🎵 lady lumps // by Sadtrojan

1 Contributorlady lumps Lyrics [Intro: Sadtrojan] Yeah Fah, fah! Yeah Uh Yeah, yeah, uh (I love you Sadtrojan) [Verse 1: Sadtrojan & Sheluvmaxxx] I tell lil' shawty to slide to me Two bitches stay to the left and the right of me Step in that bitch, like, there's nobody fly as me Feelin' to cocky, shorty, you not ridin' me Black and green diamonds, I'm feelin' like Ben 10 Not talkin' Batman, I'm gettin' my vengeance Shawty too thick, gotta grab like a lemon I'm a rap senior, you rap like a freshman Uh, I took my bitch to Belize Damn, my pockets gettin' obese Wait, shawty, she be for the streets But I can't lie, sometimes she be in my sheets, damn I'm ridin' around in that "What-is-that?" What you make in a month, 'kay, I double that Can't trust a hoe, I'm not trustin' that I rock a safari, no bucket hat Ride in a Di-, ah! Ride in a Diatto, rumpi-, fuck! Uh Ride in a Diatto, bumpin' Waffle on the speaker I just got a shawty but I told her I don't need her Just hit my PayPal if you want a feature I'm in the game and you watch on the bleacher Feelin' like Kodak, I'm gettin' my broccoli Can't name a song of a rapper that's toppin' me Who the fuck you think you is? You can't walk with me She spam my posts and I told her, "Stop stalkin' me" That shit was way too loud for me to rap on I'm gettin' tired I gotta get Max on Trojan, he threw me the alley, I'm finna go dunk My Glock in the front and my guns in the trunk He smokin' on gas, it smell like a skunk Tattoos on my bitch, yeah, she look like a punk Nigga can't punk that I got a bomb on my side like I'm Junkrat Niggas, they be tryna test me, they flunk that That bullet gon' hit his foot, that boy can't run back We caught him ducking, he froze like a popsicle I'm at the top, you can't jump over obstacles I'm sixteen, fuckin' a milf, philosophical "Max, baby, where is you at?" In the tropicals Sadtrojan, he Batman, bitch, I'm Robin He dissin' on who? He get hit in the noggin' She said I got hoes, I said, "Bitch, I got options" He's in the ER for them new diagnostics I got a gun on my side, finna toggle Bitch, I got a shawty, I'm not finna squabble My chain made of diamonds, yo' shit made of cobble Bitch, I'm pushin' the gas, bitch, I'm goin' full throttle Matter fact, let me not say that Dissin' me, I fuck your hoe just for payback You cannot shoot, nigga, can't get this K back Trojan gon' shoot, if you move better stay back Bitch, I'm at the top of my game I'm top two, not you, you can't say the same I fuck and I dip on hoes like David Blaine I'm fuckin' your hoe, my nigga, who you blame? Hop on these hoes and I jump like it's hopscotch Can't wait 'til I'm in LA with a droptop Aim for his head and that nigga a crop top It's gon' explode? I heard more like some Pop Rocks Haha, fah!