Artist: Heartbreak Lambo
Album:  Gold Tape
Song:   Watch Dis'
Typed by: Heartbrklambfan, Rbritt1996 at gmail dot com

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Alright, let's get into it

Verse 1:
On my B.I.G.G.I.E swag, this ain't no gangsta rapper
Cali dank, big bank I'm after, laughter, young black Frank Sinatra
At ya, feelin' like the motherfuckin man
all this with no stroke of the hand
Flow is Cajun, so amazing my whole plan
...to turn your girlfriend to a fan
Coldest flows, he hate it, piff, or OG, mostly faded with
a bad yellow bitch, so cozy, flows be rozy, stated gift
Floccinaucinihilipilification
Porsche, boxster, lyrical killer abrasion
...of limb, have ya hemorrhages peeling, the images chilling
A villain fulfilling a killing, the feeling amazing

Hook:
Aye who that be, they must be on that molly
From what I see, this is the throne, doubt me
I'm getting more money than the rest out
I'm getting more money than the rest out

Verse 2:
Verse 2, rehearsal not needed
Seated in the panamara, speeding doin' bout a thousand
Reminiscing bout the days I got weeded
Then proceeded getting Gs, Living up in Public Housing
Had started on the corner, rabbit ears like pockets
Uh, a nigga had no inspiration though, had a cajun flow
Pitching snow like imitation, women chasing
Skinny denim, I was in em, bending, tastin'
Back to the drawing board, said that I was coming
Like some pussy that was bomb, tonsils swinging so it's something
a nigga gotta do, get ya DVR ready
OG hash and weed is maple, paper fall like confetti
Watch em fall like I'm Reggie or like Curry, homa. muted
Kill em with the silent treatment, silencer and armor, who did
Niggas think this shit was for, Palm a tool and I'm a shoot it
Armed, not frugal when I shoot to harm a crew, I'm convoluted
I'm a beast it

Hook:
X2

Verse 3:
MJ of this, tryna don the crown
Three comma bound, summer under armor gown
Moved weight at night, went from a frail boy
To my pockets on super buff and my Momma frown-ing
...up no longer than my main natural
fucking up the game what them lames, claim, not true
Blink of an eye, snuck in the game at you
Bless them with this gospel, fill a nostril, aim at you
Not just a battle rapper nigga I'm a real trapper
Really pitched pills, crack a fact, them niggas real actors
Check them Rolexes, it's my time
But niggas can't tell cause of how I shine
Almost in the lime cause of how I rhyme
No Roley I ain't never got the time
for her you adore her, if they hating they a lame
They a shame, ain't no beef they just mad I got the shine
Watch this

Hook:
X2