"Lamb Talk" lyrics
Where my Black at, nigga?
I don't even kick it with these niggas like I used to
I'm a one-man army, and I've been that
Done tryna be cool with niggas, fuck that, they know my name
Bitch, I go by Mike Big Double Lamb OG
Can't find any peace when they waitin' on me
Mama said, "See how they really gon' be?"
I can't give 'em no tea when they already got tea
Gotta stay cool when they put you in the heat
I was hot in the sun, and now a nigga got cold
I was throwin' 4's up 'til I found out that the foes turned hoes
Guess the folks turned foes on me
The vent made 'em think I was on
Defended, they thought I went broke
So big-body Benz, bagged all of her friends, make 'em rock that 10 on the back of torso
It is what it is, I don't play pretend, when she try to get in, I'ma tell her, "No"
'Cause last time I did, she fucked my friends, but it is what it is, I can find a new ho
Fuck it, crew got left, T-B-H, I don't trust human beings with me
Everybody got beef with me
Back door, can't slime me out, thought he couldn't do a thing with me?
Doin' dirty-ass deeds to me
Blurrin' my face out the shot, the pics get cropped
Remember me just as a thought
All that I got is myself and my wealth and my health
Everybody can't eat with me
Crashed out, itchin', homie
Passed out, Benji' throwin'
Ass out, titties showin'
Woah, woah-woah-woah, okay
Wonderin', do different, homie
Stolen whip, they spinnin' on me
Close your lips, they dissin' on me
Woah, I don't know
This ain't for the press, so let 'em know
If it ain't that impressive, I never show
She got choices, still gon' choose this dick
When they search for a legend, they choose my pics
Niggas go broke for a glimpse
Pocket watchin' be the same reason you ain't rich ('Ight)
I'll rather go broke tryna buy me some kicks, before I go broke tryna look for a bitch (Bitch)
I spent some bankroll on my clothes
And then damn near for my hoes
Can't bring 'em to my shows
I'll bring 'em to my home
That's just the way it is, get it how you live
You don't get it, gotta go
This a six-figure whip, thirty G's on my neck, hit the bank, even though I got more, bitch
Crashed out, itchin', homie
Passed out, Benji' throwin'
Ass out, titties showin'
Woah, woah-woah-woah, okay
Wonderin', do different, homie
Stolen whip, they spinnin' on me
Close your lips, they dissin' on me
Woah, I don't know
I don't even kick it with these niggas like I used to
I'm a one-man army, and I've been that
Done tryna be cool with niggas, fuck that, they know my name
Bitch, I go by Mike Big Double Lamb OG
Can't find any peace when they waitin' on me
Mama said, "See how they really gon' be?"
I can't give 'em no tea when they already got tea
Gotta stay cool when they put you in the heat
I was hot in the sun, and now a nigga got cold
I was throwin' 4's up 'til I found out that the foes turned hoes
Guess the folks turned foes on me
The vent made 'em think I was on
Defended, they thought I went broke
So big-body Benz, bagged all of her friends, make 'em rock that 10 on the back of torso
It is what it is, I don't play pretend, when she try to get in, I'ma tell her, "No"
'Cause last time I did, she fucked my friends, but it is what it is, I can find a new ho
Fuck it, crew got left, T-B-H, I don't trust human beings with me
Everybody got beef with me
Back door, can't slime me out, thought he couldn't do a thing with me?
Doin' dirty-ass deeds to me
Blurrin' my face out the shot, the pics get cropped
Remember me just as a thought
All that I got is myself and my wealth and my health
Everybody can't eat with me
Crashed out, itchin', homie
Passed out, Benji' throwin'
Ass out, titties showin'
Woah, woah-woah-woah, okay
Wonderin', do different, homie
Stolen whip, they spinnin' on me
Close your lips, they dissin' on me
Woah, I don't know
This ain't for the press, so let 'em know
If it ain't that impressive, I never show
She got choices, still gon' choose this dick
When they search for a legend, they choose my pics
Niggas go broke for a glimpse
Pocket watchin' be the same reason you ain't rich ('Ight)
I'll rather go broke tryna buy me some kicks, before I go broke tryna look for a bitch (Bitch)
I spent some bankroll on my clothes
And then damn near for my hoes
Can't bring 'em to my shows
I'll bring 'em to my home
That's just the way it is, get it how you live
You don't get it, gotta go
This a six-figure whip, thirty G's on my neck, hit the bank, even though I got more, bitch
Crashed out, itchin', homie
Passed out, Benji' throwin'
Ass out, titties showin'
Woah, woah-woah-woah, okay
Wonderin', do different, homie
Stolen whip, they spinnin' on me
Close your lips, they dissin' on me
Woah, I don't know
Writer(s): Michael Goode, Alexei N. Hupp
