"Outside Lambo" lyrics
(Zaytoven)
This that dope-boy shit, man
Yeah
This that real-nigga shit
Real niggas only
It's Doplh
Hahahahaha
These bad bitches love a nigga, you know what that 'bout
Got that Lambo' parked outside, in front of the trap house
Momma said "What the fuck!? Boy, you flippin' out!"
Got that Lambo' parked outside, in front the trap house
Welcome to my world, where I do that shit they rap 'bout
Got that Lambo' parked in front of my trap house
Got that Lambo' parked outside, in front of the trap house
Got that Lambo parked outside in front my trap house
I was chillin' in South Memphis, bumping Jeezy, 'Trap or Die'
Gettin' 10 thangs in a week and I ain't never have to try
Trappin' ain't dead, man, these niggas just some pussies
My nigga I just counted a quarter million and smoked a pound of cookie
Called yo' bitch, played in her pussy, claim she yours
But nigga I took it and made her bring her best friend too, cause that bitch kept lookin'
Girl you so fine I wanna turn you around from the back and give you a whoopin'
Then it's back to my trap house, where we don't do no cookin'
No bakin' soda, no forks or pots, got plenty P's, all sorts of pie
Yeah bitch! I'm the weed man, just bought all the pints from the lean man
Got a couple choppers, lotta sandwich bags, all sorts of Glocks
Dolph just parked the drop, on the block
These bad bitches love a nigga, you know what that 'bout
Got that Lambo' parked outside, in front of the trap house
Momma said "What the fuck!? Boy, you flippin' out!"
Got that Lambo' parked outside, in front the trap house
Welcome to my world, where I do that shit they rap 'bout
Got that Lambo' parked in front of my trap house
Got that Lambo' parked outside, in front of the trap house
Got that Lambo parked outside in front my trap house
Foreign parked in the front
A couple of old-schools in the back
All the work gone, so we ain't doin' nothing but fucking bitches at the trap
If I get a hold to your bitch, it's a wrap
Dope boy on my free time I rap
Don't get me confused with none of these rappers
Bitch I'm your baby daddy's favorite trapper
Make your whole year salary in my neighbourhood (Three days)
Even my neighbors smoke weed, so yeah, my neighbors good
Nigga, I got my neighborhood watch, so if you try to break in my spot
My nigga, you might just not make it out
Choppa's across the street, sittin' in that vacant house
Don't know what these niggas on, but we on that 'Paper Route' (Empire)
If it ain't about paper, I don't wanna hear it
And if that bitch ain't bad, I ain't going near it
These bad bitches love a nigga, you know what that 'bout
Got that Lambo' parked outside, in front of the trap house
Momma said "What the fuck!? Boy, you flippin' out!"
Got that Lambo' parked outside, in front the trap house
Welcome to my world, where I do that shit they rap 'bout
Got that Lambo' parked in front of my trap house
Got that Lambo' parked outside, in front of the trap house
Got that Lambo parked outside in front my trap house
This that dope-boy shit, man
Yeah
This that real-nigga shit
Real niggas only
It's Doplh
Hahahahaha
These bad bitches love a nigga, you know what that 'bout
Got that Lambo' parked outside, in front of the trap house
Momma said "What the fuck!? Boy, you flippin' out!"
Got that Lambo' parked outside, in front the trap house
Welcome to my world, where I do that shit they rap 'bout
Got that Lambo' parked in front of my trap house
Got that Lambo' parked outside, in front of the trap house
Got that Lambo parked outside in front my trap house
I was chillin' in South Memphis, bumping Jeezy, 'Trap or Die'
Gettin' 10 thangs in a week and I ain't never have to try
Trappin' ain't dead, man, these niggas just some pussies
My nigga I just counted a quarter million and smoked a pound of cookie
Called yo' bitch, played in her pussy, claim she yours
But nigga I took it and made her bring her best friend too, cause that bitch kept lookin'
Girl you so fine I wanna turn you around from the back and give you a whoopin'
Then it's back to my trap house, where we don't do no cookin'
No bakin' soda, no forks or pots, got plenty P's, all sorts of pie
Yeah bitch! I'm the weed man, just bought all the pints from the lean man
Got a couple choppers, lotta sandwich bags, all sorts of Glocks
Dolph just parked the drop, on the block
These bad bitches love a nigga, you know what that 'bout
Got that Lambo' parked outside, in front of the trap house
Momma said "What the fuck!? Boy, you flippin' out!"
Got that Lambo' parked outside, in front the trap house
Welcome to my world, where I do that shit they rap 'bout
Got that Lambo' parked in front of my trap house
Got that Lambo' parked outside, in front of the trap house
Got that Lambo parked outside in front my trap house
Foreign parked in the front
A couple of old-schools in the back
All the work gone, so we ain't doin' nothing but fucking bitches at the trap
If I get a hold to your bitch, it's a wrap
Dope boy on my free time I rap
Don't get me confused with none of these rappers
Bitch I'm your baby daddy's favorite trapper
Make your whole year salary in my neighbourhood (Three days)
Even my neighbors smoke weed, so yeah, my neighbors good
Nigga, I got my neighborhood watch, so if you try to break in my spot
My nigga, you might just not make it out
Choppa's across the street, sittin' in that vacant house
Don't know what these niggas on, but we on that 'Paper Route' (Empire)
If it ain't about paper, I don't wanna hear it
And if that bitch ain't bad, I ain't going near it
These bad bitches love a nigga, you know what that 'bout
Got that Lambo' parked outside, in front of the trap house
Momma said "What the fuck!? Boy, you flippin' out!"
Got that Lambo' parked outside, in front the trap house
Welcome to my world, where I do that shit they rap 'bout
Got that Lambo' parked in front of my trap house
Got that Lambo' parked outside, in front of the trap house
Got that Lambo parked outside in front my trap house
