Lamb Chops Lyrics

Mom, Project's recording again

Man, I'm gone, man, I'm gone

I know I crossed so many lines

But the plans I got, I know I'ma shine

Just branching off, I know it's my time

You niggas be hot, I won't keep silent

The lamb is off, the landing's 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 in 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 Raris, brand new Bugattis

I got dreams, you know I can't stop it

Hotel lobbies, hot like wasabi

I'm fly like a pilot, you know I be popping it

I got a new chick and she fine as can be

Diamonds refrig, straight to a freeze

Pressure bus 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 off 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

Play with them toys, whack a mole, chop a pack a punch

Whoever running up

I stay in my duffel bag, you know I got hustle fast

I 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

But the plans I got

I know I'ma shine

Just branching off

I know it's my time