Nightmare on Lamron* lyrics

[Intro]
(D-D-DJ FMCT)
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)

[Verse 1]
Proud to be a member, this the trenches
They can't tell me sh*t
And I been in my bag, 2020, you can tell we rich
I seen growers act like they send weed, they can’t mail me sh*t
They mama slick, can't get through they line I hate a petty b*tch
b*tch, you a eater, you hang wit' a n*gga
Richard Mille really came with a sticker
When I sip lean I’ma damage my liver
When you pillow-talking, talk to the pillow
Hang with a killer, you act like a killer
P.O came in, drugs stuffed in the sh*tter
I talk to my b*tch, she be stuck in her Twitter
Got in my bag, now I'm up on these n*ggas
I'on' f*ck hoes I be f*ckin' they feelin's
I hit a crib we was climbin' the chimney
I'm in the city I ride with the members
Since you a freak, I’ma bust on yo’ dimples
You can tell bro was gon' pop like a pimple
He think lit ’cause he cashin' a stimulus
n*ggas gon' snitch, you was poppin' yo pencil
We ain’t have cars, I hopped out a window
[Verse 2]
I need my brother to reach
n*ggas be smilin', I pass him the weed
He thinkin' he slick, well, that n*gga a leech
I'on' like to ask, so, I hate when I need
Room, can't put the gun under the seat
Boom, I hate when a n*gga'll reach
Broom, feds was planning a sweep
Lamb', it did not come with a key
Stand too close to the car it beep
I'm with the man who starting the beef
I pop a Perc' and I barf on the seat
You in a jam, it's harder to see
All of this water I'm part of the sea
You can't get on me, it come wit' a fee
Since I been rich they been comin' to me

[Outro]
I don't even know why these hood n*ggas ain't show no love
When I had lost my bro, that sh*t had tore me up
I'd said I stop drinkin', Zoo pour me up