Lyrics LAMBO TALK - AROZO

ROZ
(Skrrrt skrrrt)
Lambo talk (skrrt)

You sittin' at my table catch this Lambo talk
I'm catchin' all these bags I feel like Randy Moss
I see a sexy bish, I tell her take it off
Oh lord, please forgive me for these nasty thoughts
They worried 'bout the moves I make on the low
Why they keep on asking me? Idk
I'ma have to breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
I told 'em put that bag on me, I'm the goat

Oh
Watch me flow
Whoa
I'm off the dome
She tryna smoke
Whoa
Put them doors up on the hoes
Watch it close
Rollie on
Wrist is froze
Whoa
Keep your eyes open for the po-po
Out here tryna dodge these cops on the road
I been drinkin' way too much and they know
Why?
Why you telling all these lies
I'm on the grind
Unlock my phone and check the time
It's time to rise
I'll meet you at the finish line
I'm holdin' it down
Now run this back and press rewind

Ha ha
Meet me at the table bring your nickel and your dimes
Ha ha
What you thought?
Brought you round my circle now you sittin' with the Dons

You sittin' at my table catch this Lambo talk
I'm catchin' all these bags I feel like Randy Moss
I see a sexy bish, I tell her take it off
Oh lord, please forgive me for these nasty thoughts
They worried 'bout the moves I make on the low
Why they keep on asking me? Idk
I'ma have to breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
I told 'em put that bag on me, I'm the goat

Tell a hater fix his face like a mechanic
I just left the dealer with the package
Took it to the streets, I'm causing havoc
Said my whip all red like a Coca Cola classic (ahhh)
Who tryna look into my window stuck in traffic?
Let me lower down my tints, my bitch the baddest
I see a Rarri pullin' up, I love a challenge
Flip the switch, change it back to automatic
Whip it, whip it, without the arm and hammer
That ass so fat I saw her shake it thru the back up camera
She got in her car, she whip the Panamera
She my number 1 recruit, her plates say Alabama

No Bugattis but I feel like Money May
Louie duffle bag, I packed 100k
To make a flip you need a bag, that's what they say
I don't really know another way

You sittin' at my table catch this Lambo talk
I'm catchin' all these bags I feel like Randy Moss
I see a sexy bish, I tell her take it off
Oh lord, please forgive me for these nasty thoughts
They worried 'bout the moves I make on the low
Why they keep on asking me? Idk
I'ma have to breathe, stretch, shake, let it go
I told 'em put that bag on me, I'm the goat