Lamb Chop

(альбом: Rich Off Pints - 2021)

Alright
(Damn, Max, this one's too hard)
Drank God
Roll the zone up, nigga
Rich Off Pints
Yeah, we really rich off pints, though
(Iced Up Records)

Yeah, we cooking lamb chops
Grab that chopper, I might spazz out, Tezzo gon' crash out
AR on me turn his heart to, into a ragtop
Shoot the F&N 'til it jam, it make my pants hot
Yeah, I got that fin cocked
Got the best chains in the club, that's why I stand out
Fuck security, alright, I mean
I said fuck security, he's a ho, I make him stand out (He a pussy, for real)
I got my ice on
Clear diamonds all VVS, they look like white 1's
Choose a side, but picked the wrong one and now his life gone
Niggas think lil' gang doing plumbing because that pipe on 'em
Yeah, Drac' like an iPhone
.223, I got that four-five, he gon' get Mike'd on
Take your bitch and give her AP, now she don't like holmes
Audemars shine like the just cut the lights off
I been grinding since I was five, now I'm an icon (For real)
Freaky bitch, she got a big ass, and got them tights on
760, that's my new car, plus that's my FICO
Shoot that Glocky 'til my hands numb, look like I type wrong
Yeah, bitch, this the murder season
Chopper on me sound like Smurk singing, chain cost a thirty even
Fuck my opps, they don't want beef but bitch, we murder vegans
So much jewelry sit on my chest, it made my shirt a
It made me anemic (I'm fucking up)

Keep this shit going
I'm really higher than a bitch right now
Type of nigga, goddamn, I don't know what the fuck I'm gon'
Who's that recording right now? That's Smurk?
He burnt out, nigga
Max Beats
Drank God
Big Ice
Rich Off Pints
Fuck this shit, I ain't got no L's