[Intro]

We on top of the world, like

Alright (Yeah)

(Skrr)

[Chorus]

Oh, this a Lamb', not a i8, she can't see the difference

Fuck it, I'm takin' her home

We the type, dig up his body, leave his head in the river, that's how you leave 'em unknown

I pop a Addy, I told my twin, "Barely could feel it"

Smoke a 3.5 to the bone

Don't got no stylist, I put this shit on when I feel it

But I gotta keep a lil' Chrome

I done got back on that ho, steady doin' the most, took a picture, let make this shit real

I'ma get back to yo ass in a minute, gotta hit my lil' nigga, he doin' the deals

I'm with a bad vibe, I'm with a bad vibe, wе up in the hills

Heard he got baptizеd, heard he got baptized, got wet up for real

[Verse 1]

C'mon, hey, huh

I'm in the game with no halftime

Fuck with the curb, when she get on my nerves, that bitch slide in the coupe like a ash pipe

How you gon' lack on the drill? You ain't like it for real, tryna push up and head pipe

You don't get in to that, yeah, I be laugh to the bank just to past time

Nigga calm and collected, yeah

I took the V8, and then make it a V10, this shit takin' off like a jet, c'mon

Lil' bitch, she drippin' like vegan, I hop in her feelings, she fuck with the kid (C'mon), yeah

BTA, nigga, we beatin' them niggas, I hope they both placin' they bets

Lil' ho tryna call me broke, that's a stretch

[Refrain]

Oh, this a Lamb', not a i8, she can't see the difference

Fuck it, I'm takin' her home

We the type, dig up his body, leave his head in the river, that's how you leave 'em unknown

I pop a Addy, I told my twin, "Barely could feel it"

Smoke a 3.5 to the bone

Don't got no stylist, I put this shit on when I feel it

But I gotta keep a lil' Chrome

[Verse 2]

Nigga tryna be me, but that shit not easy

I took a trip out in Nobu, I'm eatin' all steak Mashallah not eatin' (Brr, brr)

Wake up, I'm all in her vocals, she can't even speak in the mornin' nor evenin'

And once I hit up Nobu, gotta cop me some drip, always said I need it (Wow)

I'm-I'm the type, get me a check, then spend that with my twin, then wake up and repeat it

Hey, I'm never breakin' no sweat, when it come to that bread, I'ma break you off even

Okay, [?]

She got a X in her chest on the Southside, coolin' with my twin in Neimans

Yeah, PrimeFlight, I gotta catch that shit

Black truck, ready to pickup

Mm, bad ass ho, gotta flex that shit

Face card good, take a picture

She go, "TD, you ho, gotta rev that shit"

Ho tryna slide with malicia

She be throwin' that ass, I'ma catch that shit

While I'm sittin' back, countin' up figures (No cap)

[Chorus]

Oh, this a Lamb', not a i8, she can't see the difference

Fuck it, I'm takin' her home

We the type, dig up his body, leave his head in the river, that's how you leave 'em unknown

I pop a Addy, I told my twin, "Barely could feel it"

Smoke a 3.5 to the bone

Don't got no stylist, I put this shit on when I feel it

But I gotta keep a lil' Chrome

I-I done got back on that ho, steady doin' the most, took a picture, let make this shit real

I'ma get back to yo ass in a minute, gotta hit my lil' nigga, he doin' the deals

I'm with a bad vibe, I'm with a bad vibe, we up in the hills

Heard he got baptized, heard he got baptized, got wet up for real

[Outro]

(Heard he got baptized, heard he got baptized, got wet up for real)