Outside Lambo

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Dolph] (Zaytoven) This that dope-boy shit, man Yeah This that real-nigga shit Real niggas only It's Doplh Hahahahaha [Chorus: Young Dolph] 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 [Verse 1: Young Dolph] 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 pussiеs My nigga I just counted a quarter million and smoked a pound of cookiе 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 [Chorus: Young Dolph] 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 [Verse 2: Young Dolph] 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 [Chorus: Young Dolph] 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