Lamb Truck ft. Cetti Lyrics

These niggas know i'm up, okay!

I put the purp in my cup, okay!

My gun bi, it shoot both ways

Take his life and feel no way

You can't tell me what to do

You can't tell me what to think

I got straps, me and my crew, wet his block up till it sink

This a Lamb Truck, that nigga taking the bus

He get jammed up, my pockets hella stuffed

I don't know nobody, but everybody gone know us

Choppa kickin like Liu Kang, up down left right upper cut

Hit the right nigga bounce out the cut

Hit her right everytime I fuck

I knew her name forever, why the fuck I keep calling her slut

These bitches they be on me, rolling paper origami

I take a perc right after smoking, now imma walk like a zombie

I don't know why, you're gonna act like you're the victim

This shit eat me alive, just the thought of seeing you with him

Tell me get up and fight, but I'm too numb I can't feel my limbs

I just know you're thinking about me when you're with him

Chances and chances and time after time

I wish you were the one hitting my line

Buried inside of the pile of your lies

I don't even know why I even try

Suicidal thoughts in my brain straight from you and I, I went through pain, can't sleep Through the night

I hide all my feelings through the shine of light

I hope I don't have these feelings when I die

I'm in the back i'm lighting up this blunt to fix myself

I had niggas switch up on me, imma get rich myself

Niggas know i'm a one man army, I ain't never need no help

But sometimes real niggas get lonely, most days imma dwell

Send a pack through the mail

I got clientele

Let's keep it forreal

You niggas won't kill

Chop start dumping, I gotta release my shells

She give me brain, I think she went to Yale

These niggas know i'm up, okay!

I put the purp in my cup, okay!

My gun bi, it shoot both ways

Take his life and feel no way

You can't tell me what to do

You can't tell me what to think

I got straps, me and my crew, wet his block up till it sink

This a Lamb Truck, that nigga taking the bus

He get jammed up, my pockets hella stuffed

I don't know nobody, but everybody gone know us

Choppa kickin' like Liu Kang, up down left right upper cut