Lamborghini Getaway (Explicit) - City morgue/ZillaKami/SosMula

Uh sleezy

Oh my God ronny

Mula f**k the fame I can't switch

P***y n***as ain't this

They ain't gang gang s**t

Red beam can't miss

Adios gotta go

Knock your soul out your clothes

Whippin' o's out the bowl

I get dough I control

Pull up in the vein switch

Flexin' with your main b***h

Still sellin' 'caine bricks

Talking sign language

I sell d**e lot of blow

I'm pablo el chapo

Tippie toe and prod it up

Dolce and gabbana ho

Woah woah woah woah

Ride four deep like carpool

B***h on my 'gram like it's art school

Big tommy-gun like cartoon

Shoot n***as down with the harpoon

N***as comin' home for my stake b***h

Where the bricks at gotta take the kids

Where the bricks at we gon break your ribs

In the lamborghini that's the getaway

Dual exhaust the smoke be puffin' in your face

N***as talk they oh so frontin' okay

N***as claim oh so you banging

You fake okay okay okay

Pull up on a oppa pass the chopper

Turn them inside out okay

Pull up on the house in a aston

Put it in your mouth

See me in the streets money stickin' to my cleats

Got heaters you want to beef got reapers you wanna leap

Ayy it's z turbo porsche cream

Stretch limousine got the glock in my jeans

B***h I serve fiends got the rocks in my sleeves

B***h I flip beans cops outside then leave

In the lamborghini that's the getaway

Dual exhaust the smoke be puffin' in your face

N***as talk they oh so frontin' okay

N***as claim oh so you banging you fake

Okay okay okay