Stallone Lyrics

(Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin' beat?)

Bring out that 'Lamb on the road

(Ah, nah, you ain't make that motherfucker)

Boy you looking like you broke

Fingers is covered in gold

(Fotrill!)

I get that guap for the

I get that guap for the show

Diamonds, they white, yea they froze

Lil' bitch I'm cold

Just got a massage in a Rolls

I'm in the back rolling gas, this bitch throat so damn good you would think she a pro

Pull the new whip out the lot boy the way that I flex you would think I'm Stallone

Been at this shit for a number of years now they like, "How the fuck he still on?"

I been counting up racks, blues, lil' boy don't get too close

Don't you even try to act cool, none of your diamonds gon' glow

Whippin' around in a Jag two hundred right on the road

Really you look like a damn fool, all of your pockets is broke

Stop for real (Real)

You don't get guap for real

All of my diamonds they pop for real (Real)

Pull up in drops for real

Amiri that's down to my socks for real (Real)

See they just don't like when I walk in that bitch and I'm turnt (Nah)

They ask me how I make of this money, by putting in all of the work (Work)

Speeding around in the hills, I got baguettes they drippin' all over my shirt (Whew)

Couldn't even tell you how much I done smoked today, boy I be high as bird (Brrr)

Whip so damn big I be trynna switch lanes but I can't even get it to merge (Skrt)

Ahead of my time, boy you never gon' beat me I always be comin' in first

Whole lotta motherfuckin' Prada

Whole lot of diamonds

Yeah, I got it all on me

I'm way too turnt, I'm just wildin'

Look how I'm stylin'

They can't stand it when they see

Look at the way that I'm shinin', you can't get like this, all your jewelry looking cheap

New V8 engine, we slidin', bitch I'm the pilot, now we pickin' up the speed

I been counting up racks, blues, lil' boy don't get too close

Don't you even try to act cool, none of your diamonds gon' glow

Whippin' around in a Jag two hundred right on the road

Really you look like a damn fool, all of your pockets is broke

Don't worry bout shit lil' bitch, I got it (Got it)

I'm so goddamn geeked right now I can't even feel my body (Body)

Count in' up checks all day lil' bitch while rolling up big narcotics (Cotics)

I ain't finna slow down not at all, I'm trynna get richer than Roddy (Roddy)

Diamonds all 'round my wrist, they pissin' lil boy, they goin' potty

Bring out that 'Lamb on the road

Boy you looking like you broke

Fingers is covered in gold

I get that guap for the

I get that guap for the show

Diamonds, they white, yea they froze

Lil' bitch I'm cold

Just got a massage in a Rolls

I'm in the back rolling gas, this bitch throat so damn good you would think she a pro

Pull the new whip out the lot boy the way that I flex you would think I'm Stallone

Been at this shit for a number of years now they like, "How the fuck he still on?"

(I been counting up racks, blues, lil' boy don't get too close

Don't you even try to act cool, none of your diamonds gon' glow

Whippin' around in a Jag two hundred right on the road

Really you look like a damn fool, all of your pockets is broke)