Get your bands up
Won't put no bitch in handcuffs
They can't stand us
Might pull up in a Lamb truck
We made us a plan yeah
Now we got all the damn bucks
Came here with the fam
We not leaving til the cash comes
(Whoa whoa whoa)
That's why we here
So go ahead stare
We ain't going nowhere yeah
No I don't care
Want diamonds all clear
I don't get it you weird
Just stay over there now yeah
I got money on my mind
And I got something in my cup
Why you jumping out of line
Man that's not how you get your cut
I opened doors they tried to shut on me
They hoped that I would up and leave
Want smoke then We Ain't Spoke'll
Cause a f*cking scene
Trust me when I say that
We be on go born ready
Cuz the industry a war zone
'Sup with your style straight cap
On the wrong road no credit
Think you finna get awards though
For the fetti need four phones
Want a Bentley or a Porsche no more loans, yeah
They be petty they bored bro
Staying steady on my course yea Lord knows that
Get your bands up
Won't put no bitch in handcuffs
They can't stand us
Might pull up in a Lamb truck
We made us a plan yeah
Now we got all the damn bucks
Came here with the fam
We not leaving til the cash comes
(Whoa whoa whoa)
That's why we here
So go ahead stare
We ain't going nowhere yeah
No I don't care
Want diamonds all clear
I don't get it you weird
Just stay over there now yeah
I just want Gucci Ghost on my socks
And I need Louis V for my travel on
In the studio off some Wok
Cop me some jewelry make em madder dog
Balenciaga catalog
Her friends think I'm a savage ya
The Henny make me hammer shots
Like semi-automatic Glocks
Don't test me bitch just mind your own
Especially when I'm flying low
Ain't stressing about dying broke
I'm blessed until my time to go
My phone in silent mode like
Every day I ain't playing
They know my soul it shine like gold
Cuz I got faith I'm gon make it I'm saying, hey
Get your bands up
Won't put no bitch in handcuffs
They can't stand us
Might pull up in a Lamb truck
We made us a plan yeah
Now we got all the damn bucks
Came here with the fam
We not leaving til the cash comes
(Whoa whoa whoa)
That's why we here
So go ahead stare
We ain't going nowhere yeah
No I don't care
Want diamonds all clear
I don't get it you weird
Just stay over there now yeah
Mak11 - Lamb Truck Lyrics
Mak11 - Lamb Truck Lyrics
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Get your bands up
Won't put no bitch in handcuffs
They can't stand us
Might pull up in a Lamb truck
We made us a plan yeah
Now we got all the damn bucks
Came here with the fam
We not leaving til the cash comes
(Whoa whoa whoa)
That's why we here
So go ahead stare
We ain't going nowhere yeah
No I don't care
Want diamonds all clear
I don't get it you weird
Just stay over there now yeah
I got money on my mind
And I got something in my cup
Why you jumping out of line
Man that's not how you get your cut
I opened doors they tried to shut on me
They hoped that I would up and leave
Want smoke then We Ain't Spoke'll
Cause a f*cking scene
Trust me when I say that
We be on go born ready
Cuz the industry a war zone
'Sup with your style straight cap
On the wrong road no credit
Think you finna get awards though
For the fetti need four phones
Want a Bentley or a Porsche no more loans, yeah
They be petty they bored bro
Staying steady on my course yea Lord knows that
Get your bands up
Won't put no bitch in handcuffs
They can't stand us
Might pull up in a Lamb truck
We made us a plan yeah
Now we got all the damn bucks
Came here with the fam
We not leaving til the cash comes
(Whoa whoa whoa)
That's why we here
So go ahead stare
We ain't going nowhere yeah
No I don't care
Want diamonds all clear
I don't get it you weird
Just stay over there now yeah
I just want Gucci Ghost on my socks
And I need Louis V for my travel on
In the studio off some Wok
Cop me some jewelry make em madder dog
Balenciaga catalog
Her friends think I'm a savage ya
The Henny make me hammer shots
Like semi-automatic Glocks
Don't test me bitch just mind your own
Especially when I'm flying low
Ain't stressing about dying broke
I'm blessed until my time to go
My phone in silent mode like
Every day I ain't playing
They know my soul it shine like gold
Cuz I got faith I'm gon make it I'm saying, hey
Get your bands up
Won't put no bitch in handcuffs
They can't stand us
Might pull up in a Lamb truck
We made us a plan yeah
Now we got all the damn bucks
Came here with the fam
We not leaving til the cash comes
(Whoa whoa whoa)
That's why we here
So go ahead stare
We ain't going nowhere yeah
No I don't care
Want diamonds all clear
I don't get it you weird
Just stay over there now yeah
Won't put no bitch in handcuffs
They can't stand us
Might pull up in a Lamb truck
We made us a plan yeah
Now we got all the damn bucks
Came here with the fam
We not leaving til the cash comes
(Whoa whoa whoa)
That's why we here
So go ahead stare
We ain't going nowhere yeah
No I don't care
Want diamonds all clear
I don't get it you weird
Just stay over there now yeah
I got money on my mind
And I got something in my cup
Why you jumping out of line
Man that's not how you get your cut
I opened doors they tried to shut on me
They hoped that I would up and leave
Want smoke then We Ain't Spoke'll
Cause a f*cking scene
Trust me when I say that
We be on go born ready
Cuz the industry a war zone
'Sup with your style straight cap
On the wrong road no credit
Think you finna get awards though
For the fetti need four phones
Want a Bentley or a Porsche no more loans, yeah
They be petty they bored bro
Staying steady on my course yea Lord knows that
Get your bands up
Won't put no bitch in handcuffs
They can't stand us
Might pull up in a Lamb truck
We made us a plan yeah
Now we got all the damn bucks
Came here with the fam
We not leaving til the cash comes
(Whoa whoa whoa)
That's why we here
So go ahead stare
We ain't going nowhere yeah
No I don't care
Want diamonds all clear
I don't get it you weird
Just stay over there now yeah
I just want Gucci Ghost on my socks
And I need Louis V for my travel on
In the studio off some Wok
Cop me some jewelry make em madder dog
Balenciaga catalog
Her friends think I'm a savage ya
The Henny make me hammer shots
Like semi-automatic Glocks
Don't test me bitch just mind your own
Especially when I'm flying low
Ain't stressing about dying broke
I'm blessed until my time to go
My phone in silent mode like
Every day I ain't playing
They know my soul it shine like gold
Cuz I got faith I'm gon make it I'm saying, hey
Get your bands up
Won't put no bitch in handcuffs
They can't stand us
Might pull up in a Lamb truck
We made us a plan yeah
Now we got all the damn bucks
Came here with the fam
We not leaving til the cash comes
(Whoa whoa whoa)
That's why we here
So go ahead stare
We ain't going nowhere yeah
No I don't care
Want diamonds all clear
I don't get it you weird
Just stay over there now yeah
Writer: Andrew McDonald
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid