Fivio Foreign, Lil Tjay - Ambition lyrics

Ambition (Ayy)
They gon' love me for my ambition
(Lil' bitch, ayy) , oh (Bow)
For that ambition  (You know the vibes)
They owe somethin', this is a Melo beat
(Give it to him, lil' bitch) , know the vibes
Traphouse Mob (Henny, Perc', lil' bitch)
You can have the vibe
You know what I'm sayin'? (Dope)
And look me and my eyes too, though
Make me take note
(Bow, gangstas in the spot, Fivi)
Okay, yeah (Baddies, ayy)

They gon' love me for my ambition
(Ayy) , man, listen (Man, listen)
Did a show and had the fiends trippin'
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Open the door and let my man get in (Bow)
They started this
But they always wanna go play the damn victim
(Ayy) we seen him, I hope his man with him
(Hope his man with him)
Uh, you will die if you gon' stand with 'em
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
It's Fivio Foreign, I ain't
Even scared of nann, nigga
(Nah, nah, nah) ain't no fear in him
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah)

You say it's smoke, just know we airin' shit
(Nah) bodies droppin', youngins reckless
They don't care and shit (Grr, grr)
Growin' up was skippin' school
Avoid my parents shit (Nah)
Always drippy 'cause we
Cared about appearances (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
VVS's on my body, you can stare at shit (Ayy)
See me ridin' in that foreign
That McLaren shit (Skrrt)
Lately ain't nobody try
But I been darin' shit (Baow)
For some stupid nigga try
Just know I'm flarin' shit (Look, ayy, baow)
Pay attention it's demons
(Demons) , shooter with me fiendin'
Let me chill
(Baow, baow) , you gon' know when you
See him, lil' bitch (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Tito pipe drivin', it was speedin' (Skrrt)
All these Percocets, static Fivi
You're a demon (You're a demon)

Sippin' on this Wock, got me leanin'
(Got me leanin')
Fuck a thot, got her creamin'
(Got her creamin')
Then I told her gimme mop, gave her semen
(Semen)
She gon' do the whole gang like a demon
(Demon)
All my niggas strapped up and we with that
(And we with that) lotta violence homie
We don't do the chit-chat (Ayy, ayy)
I got my forty cal on me
It push your wig back (Grr, baow, baow)
Fuck around, the bodies dropping
That's the big facts (Look, ayy, look, look)

Shooter find the target, he don't miss that
(He don't miss that)
Glock forty, rubber grip, two-tone
Mix and match (Ayy, ayy)
The bitches wanna leave 'cause your shit wack
(Shit wack)
She always askin', "Where the Lyft at?"
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I know how she like it, I'm a psychic
(I'm a psychic, uh)
She like, "Fivi you so excitin'"
(She like, "Fivi you so excitin'" ayy, ayy)
Every time he saw me, he was frightened (Ayy)
I'm a demon and a viking
(Ayy ayy, ayy ayy, baow)

Yeah, I'm SB (SB)
Really menace, it get filthy
Don't you test me (Test me)
Fuck that cappin' in your song
It don't impress me (Don't impress me)
I be really in the field, they tryna 'rest me
(Arrest me)
It's my season, it's the best me (Best me)
Ridin' dirty, scared no police
They can't catch me (Catch me)
Rollie righty, AP leftie (Baow)
Diamonds drippin' on my body
They can't wet me (Baow, baow)
No security, I'm movin', they respect me
(Ayy) catch a bullet
The first nigga try to deck me
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, baow, baow, baow, baow)

Uh, these niggas nothin' but clowns, ayy
Bow, know the vibes lil' bitch
Fuck around, get in tune ayy, Fivio Foreign
Bow ayy, ayy, yeah