Halftime

[Intro]
We on top of the world, like
Alright (Yeah)
(Skrr)

[Chorus]
Oh, this a Lamb', not a i8, she can't see the difference
Fuck it, I'm takin' her home
We the type, dig up his body, leave his head in the river, that's how you leave 'em unknown
I pop a Addy, I told my twin, "Barely could feel it"
Smoke a 3.5 to the bone
Don't got no stylist, I put this shit on when I feel it
But I gotta keep a lil' Chrome
I done got back on that ho, steady doin' the most, took a picture, let make this shit real
I'ma get back to yo ass in a minute, gotta hit my lil' nigga, he doin' the deals
I'm with a bad vibe, I'm with a bad vibe, we up in the hills
Heard he got baptized, heard he got baptized, got wet up for real

[Verse 1]
C'mon, hey, huh
I'm in the game with no halftime
Fuck with the curb, when she get on my nerves, that bitch slide in the coupe like a ash pipe
How you gon' lack on the drill? You ain't like it for real, tryna push up and head pipe
You don't get in to that, yeah, I be laugh to the bank just to past time
Nigga calm and collected, yeah
I took the V8, and then make it a V10, this shit takin' off like a jet, c'mon
Lil' bitch, she drippin' like vegan, I hop in her feelings, she fuck with the kid (C'mon), yeah
BTA, nigga, we beatin' them niggas, I hope they both placin' they bets
Lil' ho tryna call me broke, that's a stretch

[Refrain]
Oh, this a Lamb', not a i8, she can't see the difference
Fuck it, I'm takin' her home
We the type, dig up his body, leave his head in the river, that's how you leave 'em unknown
I pop a Addy, I told my twin, "Barely could feel it"
Smoke a 3.5 to the bone
Don't got no stylist, I put this shit on when I feel it
But I gotta keep a lil' Chrome

[Verse 2]
Nigga tryna be me, but that shit not easy
I took a trip out in Nobu, I'm eatin' all steak Mashallah not eatin' (Brr, brr)
Wake up, I'm all in her vocals, she can't even speak in the mornin' nor evenin'
And once I hit it, don't-don't know her, gotta cop me some drip, always said I need it (Wow)
I'm-I'm the type, get me a check, then spend that with my twin, then wake up and repeat it
Hey, I'm never breakin' no sweat, when it come to that bread, I'ma break you off even
Okay, [?]
She got a X in her chest on the Southside, coolin' with my twin in Neimans
Yeah, PrimeFlight, I gotta catch that shit
Black truck, ready to pickup
Mm, bad ass ho, gotta flex that shit
Face card good, take a picture
She go, "TD, you ho, gotta rev that shit"
Ho tryna slide with malicia
She be throwin' that ass, I'ma catch that shit
While I'm sittin' back, countin' up figures (No cap)

[Chorus]
Oh, this a Lamb', not a i8, she can't see the difference
Fuck it, I'm takin' her home
We the type, dig up his body, leave his head in the river, that's how you leave 'em unknown
I pop a Addy, I told my twin, "Barely could feel it"
Smoke a 3.5 to the bone
Don't got no stylist, I put this shit on when I feel it
But I gotta keep a lil' Chrome
I-I done got back on that ho, steady doin' the most, took a picture, let make this shit real
I'ma get back to yo ass in a minute, gotta hit my lil' nigga, he doin' the deals
I'm with a bad vibe, I'm with a bad vibe, we up in the hills
Heard he got baptized, heard he got baptized, got wet up for real

[Outro]
(Heard he got baptized, heard he got baptized, got wet up for real)