Sadtrojan, Sheluvmaxxx - ​lady lumps lyrics

Yeah fah, fah!
Yeah uh
Yeah, yeah, uh (I love you Sadtrojan)

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!