L4M3

[Intro]
Um, so this song is like a tribute to those little girls that got the brakes broke off of them in their room when they were rapping, and their mom came in and whooped them
I don't know, I just thought what they were doing was fire and decided to make something out of it
Anyways

[Chorus]
'Cause niggas be lame as fuck
Let me spin that boy block, one-twenty on the dash
'Cause niggas be lame as fuck
Let me count up my money, let me count up my bread
'Cause niggas be broke as fuck
Let stomp on that nigga, let me see what he 'bout
'Cause niggas be lame as fuck
'Cause niggas be lame as fuck

[Verse 1]
Bad lil chick Ima need like two of them
Money in a bag Ima need like three of them
I8, Ferrari, and a coupe, I want all of them
Watch when I make it, lil' boy, I’ll have all of them
Your girl wanna link, so I said, "Alright, bet"
Had that girl dripping like a water faucet
Just bought her a whip like a David Dobrick
I’m chasing the money, boy, I’m chasing a check
Okay, little boy, quit playing, little boy
Stop talking, little boy, run your pockets, little boy
I’m a big dawg, you a itty, bitty, little boy
I'ma take your chick, while you watch, little boy
You ugly, dude, I’m on your head, little boy
You a snitch, little boy, LJ-looking boy
You in the gym now, oh, so scared-looking boy
You got a girl now, oh, you want a cookie, little boy?
Heard he want smoke with me
Where that boy at? Call a UAV
Call in my dogs, eleven-kill kill streaks
Call your girl over, she gon' murder my meat
I’m a god like Zeus finna break on thunder
Boy talking down, now he six feet under
You get nothing for nothing, man, shout out to Guenther
You are the prey and I am the hunter

[Chorus]
'Cause niggas be lame as fuck
Let me spin that boy block, one-twenty on the dash
'Cause niggas be lame as fuck
Let me count up my money, let me count up my bread
'Cause niggas be broke as fuck
Let stomp on that nigga, let me see what he 'bout
'Cause niggas be lame as fuck
'Cause niggas be lame as fuck

[Verse 2]
Boy, I’m best, man, boy, I’m spectacular
Bust your girl down fill her up with regular
Mess with the gang, and we gonna put you in the ER
Put name ya name down, and we gonna smoke you like a cigar
Wrist so cold, man, it look like a blizzard
Top of my class, lil' boy, you a retard
Hop in a coupe cruise around like a cop car
They counting on me, so I work hard
I’m carrying pounds in here
I might just bust your girl down, I’m here
You don’t want to see me with a frown, I’m here
Yeah, it’s finna go down in here
Don’t got no time for debate
Me and boys, yeah, we all up in your place
We ‘gon pull up in a wraith
We ‘gon shoot you in the face
Ima save that car with a cape
Hater tryna play my name
I’m on the top, I can’t be tamed
They wanna be me cause they know I got fame
My rhymes kill like a cigarette, uh
Pull up in a corvette
Always got my mind set
My fame so high like a Goddamn avocet
Forget all the drama, I'ma go chase a fat check
I killed this beat, okay, now what’s next?

[Chorus]
'Cause niggas be lame as fuck
Let me spin that boy block, one-twenty on the dash
'Cause niggas be lame as fuck
Let me count up my money, let me count up my bread
'Cause niggas be broke as fuck
Let stomp on that nigga, let me see what he 'bout
'Cause niggas be lame as fuck
'Cause niggas be lame as fuck