the l.a.m.f. - #1 pick lyrics
[verse 1: the l.a.m.f.]
need a couple bands cuz i’m tryna get a new car
push start
k5 on me like a new cart
kangvape, blues clues
k+5, new school
if this sh+t is elementary ya n+ggas still in preschool
i ain’t home but i’ll make sure to lock it up
i’m detectin all the smoke, got my beeper in the cut
this ain’t a isekai, i’ll really hit you with a truck
there is no second life, boy you really outta luck
gotta lead foot
like i’m bouta race off
spanish class wit my n+ggas
dead, bouta take off
ambulance in the booth
“wee ooo wee ooo”
got em lookin real spooked
like a k!ller on the loose
onomatopoeia
wouldn’t wanna be ya
when i pull up to the function and i’m f+ckin on yo tia
i’m all about family, n+gga call me toretto
i move real fast, like a hoe in stilettos
she gotta heal from my misfortunes
and she always drown me out on some distortion
errthing that i say taken out proportion
and i know that she been plottin on my extortion
[hook: the l.a.m.f.]
i’m the first pick like vic
no wembanyama
posted on errbody block
like wembanyama
my cousin drink his liquor like a b+tch
bahama mama
i gotta take the shot, ion brick
like wembanyama
i’m the first pick like vic
no wembanyama
posted on errbody block
like wembanyama
my pockets gettin heavy as a b+tch
i’m countin commas
i gotta take the shot, ion brick
like wembanyama
[verse 2: dafaroh]
freestyling i don’t write sh+t like i broke my hand
got into it over bread almost choked my mans
i ain’t talkin bout my mom’s mom but i love my grams
i just gotta call from swipey i love my scams
this za got me so high i can’t een talk
he tried to run off with my chain now he can’t een walk
take em back to elementary and line em up in chalk
like he playin for atlanta we gon get him hawked
punt a n+gga in his face like i’m randy orton
b+tches like to crowd around the kid like i’m so important
had to skip out on a date cuz the b+tch was boring
saved her in my phone as lullaby cuz she had me snorin
imma go and cop a car ion wanna walk
walk around with headphones on, ion wanna talk
this green bussin through my jeans, feelin like the hulk
i’m rammin her like eric d+ckerson or marshall faulk
on my way to bein rich but i’m already fly
“faroh what if n+ggas try to rob you?”
then they must wanna die
red dot right by yo eye, but uon gotta stye
n+ggas know i truly am the best, so uon gotta lie
[hook: the l.a.m.f.]
i’m the first pick like vic
no wembanyama
posted on errbody block
like wembanyama
my cousin drink his liquor like a b+tch
bahama mama
i gotta take the shot, ion brick
like wembanyama
i’m the first pick like vic
no wembanyama
posted on errbody block
like wembanyama
my pockets gettin heavy as a b+tch
i’m countin commas
i gotta take the shot, ion brick
like wembanyama
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