Lamb Talk

Lyrics

[Intro] 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 [Verse 1] Big Double Lamb OG, can't find any peace when they waitin' on me Momma 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 turnеd foes on me The vеnt 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] This ain't for the press, so let 'em know If it ain't that impressive, I never show She got choices She 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 (On God) I'd rather go broke tryna buy me some kicks Before I go broke tryna look for a bitch (Bitch) I spent a bankroll on my clothes And then dinner for my hoes Can't bring them to my shows I'll bring them 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, in the bank, even though I got more, bitch [Chorus] 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