LAMB TRUCKS

(专辑： CATCH ME IF YOU CAN - 2022)

Doe Beezy
Doe Beezy (oh shit)
Fucking burnt, just go crazy then
Run Forrest, run Forrest, run, yeah (let's go, hold on, yeah, yeah)

Went from mini vans, now it's Lamb' trucks (skrrt)
A pistol makes a pussy put his hands up (boom, boom, boom)
We drop bodies and run bands up, the opps can't stand us
I left to the bank so much might need to go do stand up
Hahaha, these nigga's comedy, they say they robbing me
Rich as fuck still go to the hood and post up where the drama be
And when I leave the hood, I pull up where your baby mama be
Come here, baby (come here, baby) (muah)
Let's go (come here, baby)
Put that shit on, spent five racks just on fashion
Broski tweak out in the club, he spent like twenty racks on dances
Diamonds dancing they look so romantic, look how they be flashing
Fuck your diss I ain't with that rapping
I'll up this blick and make you choke like you be rabid (oh, really)
Uh, million dollars later, bitch, I'm having
Play with me you open them doors, bitch, this blick gon' close your casket
I ain't with that lacking Big Doe Beezy need that ratchet
They don't want no beef, these niggas sweet like Easter baskets
Opps ain't putting no points up on the board, they need a basket
Hit the club, section full of shooters and some bad shit (come here, baby)
Make him run that light, I'll catch his pussy ass in traffic
(Put your bitch ass up, you still gonna die when we catch you) oh, really

When you get caught you know what's going on (what's going on)
Finna load the gang with switches, bitch, you know it's home (bitch, you know it's home)
I rock Gucci head to toe, bitch, I put it on (Gucci)
These niggas from the city is hoes, I be putting on (oh, really)
Kick your door then I run up on ya, bust your dome
I get in it, Mr. Vlone with the chrome
Ask about Doe Beezy, bitch, that nigga cold
Yeah (oh, really)

It's so cold, icy, icy, it's so pricy
Walk down Euclid Ave, just look left, don't look on Knowles, bitch, that's not the right street
Walk in a opps party like five deep
You can't fight me, pussy, fight this pipe, bleed (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Eight hundred on Dior, but this bitch just a white tee
These niggas scared of me, that's why they don't like me
I just wanted the homie, they pulled up, hit like three
You ain't shot nobody, bitch, you ain't nothing like me
I apologize if I ever robbed or shot at you (sike)
Alright, I'm lying, fuck you and him too (oh, really)
Fuck I look like boxing you, my young niggas'll box you
Chanel bag on your head, bitch, I copped you (come here, baby)
Like my hoes, nigga

When you get caught you know what's going on (what's going on)
Finna load the gang with switches, bitch, you know it's home (bitch, you know it's home)
I rock Gucci head to toe, bitch, I put it on (Gucci)
These niggas from the city is hoes, I be putting on (oh, really)
Kick your door then I run up on ya, bust your dome
I get in it, Mr. Vlone with the chrome
Ask about Doe Beezy, bitch, that nigga cold
Uh, yeah (oh, really)

Run Forrest, run Forrest, run
Run Forrest, run Forrest, run (yeah)
Run Forrest, run Forrest, run