Lamborghini Motorsports Lyrics

The motor, the Lambo, the clip full of ammo

Stallone in the cut and he feeling like Rambo

The bitch wanna fuck and I'm telling her hell no

I'm getting so high I now I'm one with the angels

I'm off of them drugs, I forgot where the pain was

You boys isn't hot you as cold as a penguin

She cried on my shoulder, I showed her Topanga

She reading me backwards like I was a manga

We cut on some Netflix now things getting stranger

I hit from the back now her hair getting tangled

I set up the mood by just lighting a candle and she want my name to be up on a banner

Don't know where she from and she say that she Spanish

She came in my life and just like that she vanished

Now she acting childish like bro in Atlanta

She bend that shit over and pose for the camera

Posted outside of your crib like a vandal

They say they compare but they can't hold a candle

Got to risk life 'cause this shit is a gamble

It used to be Adidas now Gucci the sandals

Prada, the Gucci, the Louie, the Fendi, and all of that shit that you worry about

It won't get you nowhere, it won't get you no money, and I swear to god it ain't gone get you no clout

All that I wanted was to make it out

Yeah for everyone not just myself

Yeah why you be running your mouth

Yeah why would I run from a bout

Yeah I know what I am about

Yeah I just be smoking that dope

Yeah I just be smoking the loud

Yeah your shit ain't making a sound (Yeah)

I'm gonna ride for my team I'm gonna ride for my gang (Yeah)

I'm with my homies yeah that's like every day (Yeah)

I just be smoking that dope every single day (Yeah)

Wasn't gone fuck your bitch, but she said let's go (aye)

The motor, the Lambo, the clip full of ammo

Stallone in the cut and he feeling like Rambo

The bitch wanna fuck and I'm telling her hell no

I'm getting so high I now I'm one with the angels

I'm off of them drugs, I forgot where the pain was

You boys isn't hot you as cold as a penguin

She cried on my shoulder, I showed her Topanga

She reading me backwards like I was a manga

The motor, the Lambo, the clip full of ammo

Stallone in the cut and he feeling like Rambo

The bitch wanna fuck and I'm telling her hell no

I'm getting so high I now I'm one with the angels

I'm off of them drugs, I forgot where the pain was

You boys isn't hot you as cold as a penguin

She cried on my shoulder, I showed her Topanga

She reading me backwards like I was a manga (Yeah, woah)

(Woah)

Made this shit in like 30 minutes man (Woah)

Recorded this shit in like 15 minutes bruh (Yeah, woah)

Come fuck with me

You know we getting lit on the end of this song