Lamborghini Getaway lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, Sleezy
Oh my God, Ronny

[Verse 1: SosMula]
Mula! f*ck the fame, I can't switch (No, no)
pus*y n*ggas ain’t this (f*ck outta here)
Gang-gang, gang sh*t (Blatt)
Red beam, can't miss (Blow)
Adios, gotta go (Mula!)
Knock your soul out your clothes (Clah)
Whippin' O’s, out the bowl (Work)
I get dough, I control (Mula!)
Pull up in a Vanquish (Skrrt)
Flexin' with your main b*tch (Squad)
Still sellin' 'caine bricks (Work)
Talking sign language (Mula!)
I sell blow, lot of blow (Work)
I'm Pablo, El Chapo (Work)
Tippie toe and prod it up (Mula!)
Dolce and Gabbana, ho (Smash)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Ride four deep like carpool (Skrrt)
b*tch on my 'Gram like it's art school (Blow)
Big Tommy-gun like cartoon (Blow)
Shoot n*ggas down with the harpoon (Grra)
n*ggas comin' home for my stake b*tch (f*ck)
Where the bricks at? Gotta take the kids (Work)
Where the bricks at? We gon’ break your ribs (Mula!)
[Chorus: ZillaKami]
In the Lamborghini, that’s the getaway (Yeah)
Dual exhaust, the smoke be puffin' in your face (Yeah)
n*ggas talk, they oh, so frontin’, okay
n*ggas claim, oh so you banging? You fake (Okay, okay, okay)

[Verse 2: ZillaKami]
Pull up on a oppa, pass the chopper, turn them inside out (Okay)
Pull up on the house in a Aston, put it in your mouth (Okay)
See me in the streets, money stickin' to my cleats (Wassup?)
Got heaters, you want to beef, got reapers, you wanna leap (Wassup?)
Ayy, it's Z (Yeah), Turbo Porsche cream (Yeah)
Stretch Limousine, got the Glock in my jeans (Okay)
b*tch, I serve fiends, got the rocks in my sleeves (Yeah)
b*tch, I flip P's, cops outside, then leave (Okay, okay, okay)

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
In the Lamborghini, that’s the getaway (Yeah)
Dual exhaust, the smoke be puffin' in your face (Yeah)
n*ggas talk, they oh, so frontin', okay
n*ggas claim, oh so you banging? You fake (Okay, okay, okay)