Lamb, lamb, lamb, lamb

Lamb, lamb, lamb, lamb

Lamb, lamb, lamb, lamb

Lamb, lamb, lamb, lamb

Lamb, blam

Send shots out the Lambo

For a minute, I went ghost

Now my pockets Rubi Rose

All my life, yeah been on go

Pour up wock, I mix with dope

I'm a boss, don't wear Hugo

On G7, time to float

Pass the rock I really shoot, Ray Allen

Blacks trucks tinted, we got guns like Iraq

Blacks trucks tinted, we got guns in the back

In the bag

Brand new lamb, brand new lamb chop

I got real swag, that you can't get at the mall

Yeah in Manhattan, bitch you know I got connect 4

Back in middle school, I was pushing five thousand a jar

Now I just relax, Paradise for rest

Now I just drop hits, keep the banger in my bag

Pop em' like a zit, yeah I promise I won't miss

They won't stay the rest, rest is history

Lamb, lamb, lamb, lamb

Lamb, lamb, lamb, lamb

Lamb, lamb, lamb, lamb

Lamb, lamb, lamb, lamb

Lamb, blam

Swagging just like Bam

I ain't ever ran, MAC-10 have you scrambling

All the way, on the real bitch

I don't care about fame

Just about bucks bitch, I just want the bank