Lyrics Lamb Chops - Daniel James

Man I'm gone, man, I'm gone
I know I crossed, so many lines
With the plans I got, I know I'm a shine
Just branching off, I know it's my time

You niggas be hot
I won't keep silent, the lamb is off
The landings off
Houston we got us a problem, the man just not responding, he was all talk
A couple more hits, I'm trading my whip, I need me a foreign push back on the top
I don't wish bad on a nigga but niggas be fake and they hate I hope they get got
Bout time I just hop and the whip and I take off
Time to go up, I ball like the playoffs
Houston we got us a problem, I dropped out of college
A couple years later I'm paid off
Porsches and Rari's
Brand new Bugattis
I got dreams
You know I can't stop it
Hotel lobbies
Hot like Wasabi
I'm fly like I pilot
You know I be popping

I got a new chick and she fine as can be
Diamonds refridged straight to a freeze
Pressure bust pipes, can't hang with the rats but just like some mac, I go with the cheese
I feel like Zaytoven I play with them keys
She clapping she twerk with her hands on her knees
I feel like a float I'm gone of the lean
Just like Luigi, I stay with the green
I'm stacking this money it double up
Killing every track can't run with us
I play with them toys, whack a mole
Choppa pack a punch, whoever running up
I stay in my duffel bag
You know I got hustle, fast
Stay out of trouble, mask
Watch where you step, crash

Man I'm gone, man I'm gone
I know I crossed, so many lines
With the plans I got, I know I'm a shine
Just branching off, I know it's my time