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