Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spam 2 Lamb, artist - G Herbo. Date of issue: 28.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Spam 2 Lamb |
| Lamb' talk nigga, I just scraped my rims |
| Mil' talks with some real boss niggas |
| Bad bitches wanna know how much I live cost, nigga (Ayy) |
| Zay in here with me, that’s cloth talk, nigga (Cloth talk, nigga) |
| Me, Mik, and JB, that’s boss talk, nigga (Boss talk, what?) |
| And yeah, we’ll all fall out, but we ain’t gon' fall off, nigga (Ain't never |
| gon' fall off, nigga) |
| Niggas say this and that, but you know that it’s all talk, nigga (They all talk) |
| I don’t stress nothin' under five hundred K, that’s small talk |
| Can’t come kick it with us, fuck nigga, your balls' soft, ayy |
| Five, ten, fifteen K, that’s what the doll cost, nigga |
| I don’t ever get no IG beef, I log off on niggas (G Herbo) |
| In the Porsche truck, I’m high, can’t see my front lights, got the fog (Uh) |
| Never lived in a neighborhood nice like this all my life, 'bout to jog |
| My nigga 'bout to buy his mama a house 'cause I don’t ball hog |
| I came from nothin', young nigga, got millions in my call log (M's) |
| We was ridin' hot cars like eleven, twelve (Eleven, twelve) |
| High speed chase, crash (Skrrt), second time in jail (Second time in jail) |
| Fourth of July in the hood, I went back to hell |
| But I still blend in with my killers though, they treat me well (Uh) |
| I was scaling grams, watching Yo! |
| MTV jams (For real) |
| Now I’m the richest nigga in my fam (Ayy, for real) |
| Forty percent goes straight to Uncle Sam (You ain’t know Uncle Sam, fuck it) |
| But that ain’t shit, I’m out here going ham (That ain’t shit, I’m out here |
| goin' ham, ayy) |
| Lambchop dinners, I come straight from Spam (We was eatin' Spam) |
| Lamb' talk nigga, I just scraped my rims (Scraped my rims) |
| Mil' talks with some real boss niggas (Mil' talks with some real boss niggas) |
| Bad bitches wanna know how much I live cost, nigga (Ayy) |
| We don’t know no L’s, we just throw up L’s (L's) |
| We was worn well, I know how to throw 'em well (Bah) |
| Talkin' slang 'cause they’ll tell, pull up, meet us by the Shell |
| My first curve through the mail, I was nervous as hell |
| My first show, ten thousand fans, I was nervous a lil' |
| Smokin' OG in a Swisher, rocked that bitch, I faced my fear |
| Rockin' shit, I made a career, ain’t about what I made in a year |
| Been through shit but I’m here, everybody say I’m top tier |
| And I ain’t even really blossomed for real (For real) |
| Made a mil', but I be grindin' like it’s impossible still |
| Shining like I ain’t lose no diamonds, I ain’t even got 'em for real (I ain’t |
| even got 'em for real) |
| Fightin' a case, I ain’t left since May, but that shit ain’t stoppin' me still |
| In the stu' at night like (Fuck it) |
| I’m in the stu' at night like I ain’t got two hundred songs on tuck |
| I don’t give a fuck, I’ll blow in broad day like I ain’t that nigga or somethin' |
| Put it away like I ain’t even make that cake, like I’m Jigga or somethin' |
| Niggas’ll return a debt and be lookin' at me like he givin' me somethin' (The |
| fuck, nigga?) |
| I was scaling grams, watching Yo! |
| MTV jams (For real) |
| Now I’m the richest nigga in my fam (Richest nigga in my fam, for real) |
| Forty percent goes straight to Uncle Sam (Forty percent to Uncle Sam, fuck it) |
| But that ain’t shit, I’m out here going ham (That ain’t shit, I’m goin' ham, |
| ayy) |
| Lambchop dinners, I come straight from Spam (We was eatin' Spam, nigga) |
| Lamb' talk nigga, I just scraped my rims (Scraped my rims) |
| Mil' talks with some real boss niggas (Mil' talks, boss niggas) |
| Bad bitches wanna know how much I live cost, nigga (Ayy) |