On The Lamb

[Intro]
(Goddamnit, Sweet, this fucker's good)

[Verse 1: J1Hunnit]
My garage just like Gas Monkey, you need gas money
Latino plug bring the gas to me look like Bad Bunny
You a sucker, I'll put this stick on you, dumb dummy
She eat dick like she ain't got no teeth, I call her Young Gummy
All this paper on me, niggas keep on askin', "You a mummy?"
Bills on me hundred different colors, Lil Lonnie
If it's rainin' outside, we gon' grind 'til it's sunny
Hutch chains, diamonds dancin' on me like honey
You be done pissed a nigga off, I shoot this bitch like Cade Cunningham
Quit tellin' niggas you got beef with me, you such a fuckin' ham
We know you a real cap artist on the Instagram
I would call you out on bullshit, but I don't give a damn
I look like a robbed a bank, then went on the lam
Dinero Grand eat steak and lamb, grilled shrimp, crab, and clams
Sip so much, my face turnin' purple, R.I.P. to Yams
'Miris on me four pockets full, I don't be with Wham

[Verse 2: Sweet T]
Four pockets full like I ran off on the source
You need to hang that coat up, them lil' raps ran their course
They keep sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T., but it ain't shit to get you horsed
Yeah, I'll walk that talk down, my hip holdin' deadly force
I bet on me every day, but I don't play no parlays
I'm too hot to stop, you would think I joined the Bar-Kays
My man got that plug, I just put Par up in my parfait
I poured up courtside, then they kicked me out the Barclays
I bought your bitch to the Lab, I know she wanna stargaze
I always tell the truth, but never made it to the narc stage
I'll slide down your block and send your crib to the dark age
You swimmin' with the guppies, I'm a guppy in the shark cage
Yeah, my blick sing like Troy, but my bitch look like Sharpay
I'm ridin' through the 'burbs with a chop in a guitar case
I made your freak rub my feet 'cause Sweet had a hard day
Thought I wouldn't fuck his bitch, he had to learn the hard way
I'm in all black with that blaster on me like I'm Gru
I'll up the blues on a bitch and then tell her get a clue
We topside at the Renaissance, caught up in a view
If you need that topside, you already know what to do
I'm always on time, can't be late for no recital
Fuck that play, this a drum, we ain't aimin' for no vitals
I run it up so much, I run it up in cycles
Big Sweet on the beat, I'm aimin' for the title
But I don't even gotta say it 'cause everybody's knowin'
To be blunt, for that bullshit, I ain't goin'
My light bill light 'cause my chains stay glowin'
Yeah, it's hot on the block, but we got the spot snowin'
The way that shit's been goin', I feel chosen
My fiend just tooted all the ice, now his nose frozen
If I'm talkin' 'bout my business, don't put your nose in
I'll put this K down and clip you with the Mosin