Tooly In My Lambo

Goose ,get in, let’s go!

yeaaah… (uhh)

smoke from the tooly and the za’ in the coupe… (mmm)

lamb’ hum low, whole whip fogged up (skrr)

on da run… on da run… (facts)

tooly smokin’ heavy like it just took a pull (pshh)

za’ thick clouds make the night look full (mmm)

engine growl deep like a wolf off wool (rrr)

windows steamed up like the whip got hull (yea)

sirens hum low tryna track my pace (nah)

I dip two blocks, vanish out the space (skrrt)

smoke swirl wide like it paint my face (woo)

tool on my lap with a warm embrace (mmm)

*SKRRTTT*

oooh… clouds in the sky (yea yea)

oooh… tool by my thigh (uh-huh)

*BOOM* *BOOM*

toolin’ in my Lambo, hot box dumb smokin’ (yea yea)

tooly in the seat got the muzzle still smokin’ (mmm)

fuzz on my bumper but the grip stay floatin’ (uhh)

dash lights drip when the whole whip open (facts)

I’m on da lam, but the lamb’ too ghosted (ghost)

ride so clean but the backwoods toasted (yeaa)

big blunts burnin’, (big blunts burnin’)

tooly tip twistin’, yeah, (tooly tip turnin’)

lambo lean low, (lambo lean lurkin’)

tooly still steamin’ like a pipe hit coal (pshhh)

za’ steady burnin’ like it never ain’t cold (mmm)

mirrors all black keep the vision bold (yea)

glide through the city like the streets unfold (uhh)

blocks criss-cross twistin’ like braids (facts)

fuzz fall back when the lamb’ upgrades (skrrt)

smoke so loud whole night throw shade

but I keep ten toes in the heat I made (yessuh)

*VRRRROOM*

fade in… fade out… fog fill the lane (mmm)

tooly blow smoke like it speak propane (yea)

slide through the night on a phantom frame (skrr)

whip bark back like it know my name (uhh)

YEAH!

toolin’ in my Lambo, hot box dumb smokin’ (yea yea)

tooly in the seat got the muzzle still smokin’ (mmm)

fuzz on my bumper but the grip stay floatin’ (uhh)

dash lights drip when the whole whip open (facts)

I’m on da lam, but the lamb’ too ghosted (ghost)

ride so clean but the backwoods toasted (yeaa)

big blunts burnin’, (big blunts burnin’)

tooly tip twistin’, yeah, (tooly tip turnin’)

lambo lean low, (lambo lean lurkin’)

*WHOOO*

smoke fade slow while the lamb’ keep coastin’ (mmm)

tooly on hush but the steel still roastin’ (uhh)

night get quiet when the whole block frozen (yeaa)

I’m gone in the fog, leave the darkness open (ghost…)

Oouu goose you’re so good