"Trapped In The Sun" lyrics
"Trapped In The Sun"
That yellow Lambo' outside for when I trapped in the sun
That green Ferrari sittin' outside when I couldn't make bond
I gave the plug to my nigga, I gave the game to my sons
Yeah
That yellow Lambo' outside for when I trapped in the sun (For when I trapped in the sun)
That green Ferrari sittin' outside when I couldn't make bond (When I couldn't make bond)
I gave the plug to my nigga, I gave the game to my sons (Gave the game to my son)
You need to learn the recipe, how to put a three on a one (Yeah, yeah)
Like the plug to the socket, I'm connected (Yeah, yeah)
I get bored, I might give away a necklace (Yeah, yeah)
That yellow Lambo' outside for when I trapped in the sun (For when I trapped in the sun)
That green Ferrari sittin' outside when I couldn't make bond
He wanna be a superstar, I bought him a magazine
For his birthday, got him a Glock, hold more than seventeen (On God)
I been on Adderall, I been on gasoline
I had some Haitians with me, they off the pork and beans
I did new registration, I did some new Celine
They line up at the wolf doctor, actin' like some fiends
I microwave the pound, I never cut the lean
I got dope in my blood, it's full of Promethazine
You need some molly in your drink to boost your self-esteem (Yeah, yeah)
I'm in Amiri every day, say "Fuck them Levi jeans" (Yeah, yeah)
He wanna be a superstar, I bought him a magazine
I can't be a role model, 'cause I'm a trappin' king
That yellow Lambo' outside for when I trapped in the sun (For when I trapped in the sun)
That green Ferrari sittin' outside when I couldn't make bond (When I couldn't make bond)
I gave the plug to my nigga, I gave the game to my sons (Gave the game to my son)
You need to learn the recipe, how to put a three on a one (Yeah, yeah)
Like the plug to the socket, I'm connected (Yeah, yeah)
I get bored, I might give away a necklace (Yeah, yeah)
That yellow Lambo' outside for when I trapped in the sun (For when I trapped in the sun)
That green Ferrari sittin' outside when I couldn't make bond
I copped the Porsche and it made me more ambitious (Yeah, yeah)
Got foreign cars in my driveway, I'm a misfit (Yeah, yeah)
Pullin' up on foreign
Down bad, I was starvin' (Down bad, I was starvin')
Had to buy me a carbine (Had to buy me a carbine)
Livin' life the largest (Livin' life the largest)
Tryna avoid these charges (Avoid these charges)
Don't know where your heart is (You don't know where your heart is)
Came out the 'partments (Came out the 'partments)
You drownin', flawless (You drownin', flawless)
Seven-figure endorsements (Yeah, yeah)
Colored hair like Rodman (Colored hair like Rodman)
I ain't come for bargainin' (I ain't come for bargainin')
I'm doin' too marvelous (I'm doin' too marvelous)
Trapped out on the dead end (Yeah, yeah)
Then the house, get lost in (Yeah, yeah)
Pullin' off like a faucet (Yeah, yeah)
Rolex with the outfit (Rolex with the outfit)
Count money with a passion (whoa, whoa)
Stretch it out like elastic (whoa, whoa)
Ball without no basket (whoa, whoa)
Bitch wrapped in plastic
That yellow Lambo' outside for when I trapped in the sun (For when I trapped in the sun)
That green Ferrari sittin' outside when I couldn't make bond (When I couldn't make bond)
I gave the plug to my nigga, I gave the game to my sons (Gave the game to my son)
You need to learn the recipe, how to put a three on a one (Yeah, yeah)
Like the plug to the socket, I'm connected (Yeah, yeah)
I get bored, I might give away a necklace (Yeah, yeah)
That yellow Lambo' outside for when I trapped in the sun (For when I trapped in the sun)
That green Ferrari sittin' outside when I couldn't make bond
That Lamborghini outside for when I trapped in the sun, yeah
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Willie Jerome Byrd
- AZLyrics
- F
- Future Lyrics
album:
"High Off Life" (2020)
You May Also Like
Travis Scott - "Don't Play" Drink slow to feed the nose, you know he likes to get blown
Has he got enough money to spend?
Leave? No! He's to and fro, he doesn't like it when the girls go
Has he got enough money to spend? I...
ASAP Mob - "Yamborghini High" Yeah, I'm… yeah, I'm… yeah, I'm… yeah, I'm…
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Boys get Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is...
Yo Gotti & Mike Will Made-It - "Rake It Up" Ear Drummers
30, you a fool for this one
Ah, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what's up?
(Young Money!)
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63's
(Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga)...
Tory Lanez - "Do The Most" Foot on necks
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I say word to my ex, I might never fall in love again (What?)
Chase nothin' but the liquor in the cup again (Uh)
I did a show, I'm leavin' with a hunnid bands...
Swae Lee - "Reality Check" Who needs a reality check?
I got a check in reality (Hey)
(I gotta go in the atmosphere)
Who needs a reality check?
I got a check in reality
I gotta check on my ex and make sure she ain't doin'...