Outside Lambo lyrics

[Intro: Young Dolph]
(Zaytoven)
This that dope-boy sh*t, man
Yeah
This that real-n*gga sh*t
Real n*ggas only
It’s Doplh
Hahahahaha

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
These bad b*tches love a n*gga, you know what that ‘bout
Got that Lambo’ parked outside, in front of the trap house
Momma said "What the f*ck!? Boy, you flippin' out!”
Got that Lambo’ parked outside, in front the trap house
Welcome to my world, where I do that sh*t they rap ‘bout
Got that Lambo’ parked in front of my trap house
Got that Lambo’ parked outside, in front of the trap house
Got that Lambo parked outside in front my trap house

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
I was chillin' in South Memphis, bumping Jeezy, ‘Trap or Die’
Gettin' 10 thangs in a week and I ain't never have to try
Trappin' ain't dead, man, these n*ggas just some pussiеs
My n*gga I just counted a quarter million and smoked a pound of cookiе
Called yo’ b*tch, played in her pus*y, claim she yours
But n*gga I took it and made her bring her best friend too, cause that b*tch kept lookin'
Girl you so fine I wanna turn you around from the back and give you a whoopin'
Then it's back to my trap house, where we don't do no cookin'
No bakin' soda, no forks or pots, got plenty P's, all sorts of pie
Yeah b*tch! I'm the weed man, just bought all the pints from the lean man
Got a couple choppers, lotta sandwich bags, all sorts of Glocks
Dolph just parked the drop, on the block
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
These bad b*tches love a n*gga, you know what that ‘bout
Got that Lambo’ parked outside, in front of the trap house
Momma said "What the f*ck!? Boy, you flippin' out!”
Got that Lambo’ parked outside, in front the trap house
Welcome to my world, where I do that sh*t they rap ‘bout
Got that Lambo’ parked in front of my trap house
Got that Lambo’ parked outside, in front of the trap house
Got that Lambo parked outside in front my trap house

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
Foreign parked in the front
A couple of old-schools in the back
All the work gone, so we ain't doin' nothing but f*cking b*tches at the trap
If I get a hold to your b*tch, it's a wrap
Dope boy on my free time I rap
Don't get me confused with none of these rappers
b*tch I'm your baby daddy's favorite trapper
Make your whole year salary in my neighbourhood (Three days)
Even my neighbors smoke weed, so yeah, my neighbors good
n*gga, I got my neighborhood watch, so if you try to break in my spot
My n*gga, you might just not make it out
Choppa’s across the street, sittin' in that vacant house
Don't know what these n*ggas on, but we on that ‘Paper Route’ (Empire)
If it ain't about paper, I don't wanna hear it
And if that b*tch ain't bad, I ain't going near it
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
These bad b*tches love a n*gga, you know what that ‘bout
Got that Lambo’ parked outside, in front of the trap house
Momma said "What the f*ck!? Boy, you flippin' out!”
Got that Lambo’ parked outside, in front the trap house
Welcome to my world, where I do that sh*t they rap ‘bout
Got that Lambo’ parked in front of my trap house
Got that Lambo’ parked outside, in front of the trap house
Got that Lambo parked outside in front my trap house