Lamborghini Getaway

Uh, sleezy, Oh my God, Ronny
Mula! **** the fame! I can't switch!
***** ****** 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 *****!
Still sellin' caine bricks!
Talking sign language!
I sell ****, 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!
***** on my 'Gram like it's art school!
Big Tommy-gun like cartoon!
Shoot ****** down with the harpoon!
****** comin' home for my stake *****!
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!
****** talk, they oh, so frontin' okay!
****** claim, oh so you banging? You fake (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
*****, I serve fiends, got the rocks in my sleeves
*****, I flip beans, cops outside, then leave
In the Lamborghini, that's the getaway
Dual exhaust, the smoke be puffin' in your face
****** talk, they oh, so frontin', okay
****** claim, oh so you banging? You fake (Okay, okay)