Lamb Freestyle Lyrics

Uhhh

Yall know who it is

Its Feese

Yeah Yeah

Aye Aye

Dress to impress the hoody from free press

I ain't been in the gym, but bitches love how I flex

If you ain't got no ass, then bitch show me your breasts

Told her pay for the refill

You know, that's just a test

I don't fuck with brokianas that never been to the Hamas

Baby daddies got llamas, but never got to the commas

I like sippin' on that Repo that Julio got me gone

This is a gangsta paradise like that Coolio song

I like trickin' on these bitches, it boost up my self-esteem

Her main nigga is boring and always talk to her mean

That's when I park on the scene, fresh white T like Mr. Clean

Took her out to Dean, we ate at Keem's Cuisine

She was rockin' that shien, she far from actin' bougie

Her ex was a ball player, but still gave me that coochie

Don't be actin' for Chanel, I only seen you in Gucci

You got your first bag and actin' bad like you on Tubi

I hit her with that wham, bam, then thank you ma'am

Pus Pussy feel like a hoagie, I'm strokin' on turkey ham

Shout out to Fresco, Ace, Munch, that's my fam

Had a menage, out of mirage and left for my fuckin' lamb

Damn,

Damn,

I left for my fuckin' lamb

Damn,

Damn,

I left for my fuckin' lamb

Goddamn

Come on Feese