void & Repair Lonely — Lamb Truck

JP.
Alright, just calm down.
No, no, no.
No, everything's cool, man.
Everything's cool.
Yeah, everything's good.
No, your girl's fine.
Whoa, whoa, yeah, whoa.
Might bag your bitch in a Lamb' truck.
Whoa.
Please don't talk to me, get your bands off.
Whoa.
Bitch, your man is a joke like a standoff.
Whoa.
I was outside chopping out all the bando.
Yeah, whoa.
Bull out the court, you sitting on the bench.
Two hundred racks I spent on these mazes.
Diamonds go señorly, bitch, in the trance.
Why your bitch pulling up tryna dance?
Maison Margiela, it used to be Vans.
I spend on drink, why you getting advance?
Why you hit on that bitch off a payphone?
Boy, you broke then the bitch she gon' stay home.
I might fuck on that bitch, I can't save 'em.
I still put on my hood like I'm Trayvon.
Molly bro shoot that shit like a Raygun.
Steady clutch on that blick, he wan' aim wrong.
When he up in that bitch, it's a man down.
Why you tell on the gang, boy, you dead now?
Whoa.
All of these bands, don't fuck start the money counter.
Slide on the upper the honey badger on.
So over these hoes like a fucking ladder.
I don't care 'bout that hoe, she gon' get me tatted.
Way too picky, way hoe, she can't hit my standards.
I might tell that bitch she is the one.
But really, she do not matter.
Whoa, whoa, yeah, whoa.
Might bag your bitch in a Lamb' truck.
Whoa.
Please don't talk to me, get your bands off.
Whoa.
Bitch, your man is a joke like a standoff.
Whoa.
I was outside chopping out all the bando.
Yeah, whoa.