Songwriter: Synthetic Dynox Yeat
Producer: Dynox Synthetic
Lyrics from Snippets
[Intro]
We go super far, bitch
We go super far, bitch
You can't touch that money, bitch
[Chorus]
Riding in the back of the Lamb' (Skrrt)
Riding in the back of the Lamb'
Too much drank in this bitch, feel like Yam (Yam)
Got a blick on my side, it go "Blam" (Bop)
Pull up in a fuckin' Bentley for the chain
I just blocked my plug off Instagram (Block)
Only hundreds, fifties, 'cause I can (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm booted, I don't wanna stay (I don't wanna stay)
All my twins going ghost (Ghost)
Twizz' take 'em up, make 'em boast (Bop, bop)
Spend a lot of thousand dollars on some clothes (Money)
You a bitch, boy, get you exposed, huh
Yeah, tell me, is that what you want?
Tell me, is that what you on? (Yeah)
Yeah, tell me what nobody knows (Yeah)
Couple of my twizzys on the run, huh
[Verse]
Smoke that pussy like some Runtz, huh
Bet all my twizzys keep a gun, huh (Huh, yeah)
Your wifey ate me up for lunch, huh (Yeah)
I got to quit the Percs, I do a bunch, huh (Bunch, huh, too many)
We make superstar money (What?)
We some superstar junkies (Yeah)
We go super far, bitch, we some superstars, bitch
You just play your part, kid
Too high, can't drive the car, bitch (Yeah, swerve)
Bitch, we cut 'em off, bitch (Cut)
I can't trust not one of these pussies (Huh?)
How you hating but you think 'bout me all day? (Ack)
We all do it different so they copy my Feng Shui (Copy my Feng Shui)
Yeah, went and bought the Lamb', told 'em, "We gon' do what I say" (Huh, huh)
[Chorus]
Riding in the back of the Lamb' (Skrrt)
Riding in the back of the Lamb'
Too much drank in this bitch, feel like Yam (Yam)
Got a blick on my side, it go "Blam" (Bop)
Pull up in a fuckin' Bentley for the chain
I just blocked my plug off Instagram (Block)
Only hundreds, fifties, 'cause I can (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm booted, I don't wanna stay (I don't wanna stay)
All my twins going ghost (Ghost)
Twizz' take 'em up, make 'em boast (Bop, bop)
Spend a lot of thousand dollars on some clothes (Money)
You a bitch, boy, get you exposed, huh
Yeah, tell me, is that what you want?
Tell me, is that what you on? (Yeah)
Yeah, tell me what nobody knows (Yeah)
Couple of my twizzys on the run, huh
[Intro]
We go super far, bitch
We go super far, bitch
You can't touch that money, bitch
[Chorus]
Riding in the back of the Lamb' (Skrrt)
Riding in the back of the Lamb'
Too much drank in this bitch, feel like Yam (Yam)
Got a blick on my side, it go "Blam" (Bop)
Pull up in a fuckin' Bentley for the chain
I just blocked my plug off Instagram (Block)
Only hundreds, fifties, 'cause I can (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm booted, I don't wanna stay (I don't wanna stay)
All my twins going ghost (Ghost)
Twizz' take 'em up, make 'em boast (Bop, bop)
Spend a lot of thousand dollars on some clothes (Money)
You a bitch, boy, get you exposed, huh
Yeah, tell me, is that what you want?
Tell me, is that what you on? (Yeah)
Yeah, tell me what nobody knows (Yeah)
Couple of my twizzys on the run, huh
[Verse]
Smoke that pussy like some Runtz, huh
Bet all my twizzys keep a gun, huh (Huh, yeah)
Your wifey ate me up for lunch, huh (Yeah)
I got to quit the Percs, I do a bunch, huh (Bunch, huh, too many)
We make superstar money (What?)
We some superstar junkies (Yeah)
We go super far, bitch, we some superstars, bitch
You just play your part, kid
Too high, can't drive the car, bitch (Yeah, swerve)
Bitch, we cut 'em off, bitch (Cut)
I can't trust not one of these pussies (Huh?)
How you hating but you think 'bout me all day? (Ack)
We all do it different so they copy my Feng Shui (Copy my Feng Shui)
Yeah, went and bought the Lamb', told 'em, "We gon' do what I say" (Huh, huh)
[Chorus]
Riding in the back of the Lamb' (Skrrt)
Riding in the back of the Lamb'
Too much drank in this bitch, feel like Yam (Yam)
Got a blick on my side, it go "Blam" (Bop)
Pull up in a fuckin' Bentley for the chain
I just blocked my plug off Instagram (Block)
Only hundreds, fifties, 'cause I can (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm booted, I don't wanna stay (I don't wanna stay)
All my twins going ghost (Ghost)
Twizz' take 'em up, make 'em boast (Bop, bop)
Spend a lot of thousand dollars on some clothes (Money)
You a bitch, boy, get you exposed, huh
Yeah, tell me, is that what you want?
Tell me, is that what you on? (Yeah)
Yeah, tell me what nobody knows (Yeah)
Couple of my twizzys on the run, huh