666Lambo - 3 days Lyrics

I've been up for three days, runnin' like a relay
Pull up on the block, lookin' like I won the sweepstakes
Doors swingin speakers knockin, beamed up, Millie rockin
I put coal in her stockin, she a bad bitch, BAD
Switch on the glock, hit 'em up, now he Harlem shakin
Grits and eggs on top of bacon, got your bitch butt naked
Took her to the train station, game over, PlayStation
Yellow Diamond, Super Saiyan, rollin' up Exotic strands
I look like a China man, turnt into designer man
He thought he was ballin, he a bitch, he Juwanna man
I've been up for three days, runnin' like a relay
Pull up on the block, lookin' like I won the sweepstakes
I can see in six ways, boy you niggas to lame
I've been gettin' too paid, drive the whip in two lanes
Lambo in the fast lane, I got somethin' special in my pocket If you playin, special beam canon, I ain't from this planet
So much green bitch, You'd think I'm on Namek, that girl a mermaid she came from Atlantis, that's just a fantasy, right back to reality
All these mini-it libbity bitches be so mad at me and royalty I guess it's cause we ain't the Antichrist or maybe is the beast?
I don't know
Fuse together now we Super Rambo beatin' up the beats
Two different drugs I put them in my cup, switch up the alchemy
-Ay, bitch, I'm the aquanaut, transform and mobilize
Because it's time to roll out Autobot
I've been up for three days, runnin' like a relay
Pull up on the block, lookin' like I won the sweepstakes
Door swingin, speakers knockin, beamed up, Millie rockin
I put coal in her stockin, she a bad bitch, BAD
Switch on the glock, hit 'em up, now he Harlem shakin
Grits and eggs on top of bacon, got your bitch butt naked
Took her to the train station, game over, PlayStation
Yellow Diamond, Super Saiyan, rollin' up Exotic strands
I look like a China man, turnt into designer man
He thought he was ballin, he a bitch, he Juwanna man
I've been up for three days, runnin' like a relay
Pull up on the block, lookin' like I won the sweepstakes
I'm the type of nigga, eat the booty with the chopsticks
Better cool it kid F&N with the coolin kit
Sorry me and twin had to pull up and do this shit
Fifty bands on your head even momma gettin' hit
Rock star lifestyle might not make it
Droppin' bottles in the VIP, white boy, wasted,
Rollin thirty-two flavors of exotic Baskin Robins
Why you actin' fishy like some tuna fish
Reincarnation lil nigga I ain't new to this
I'm gone
I'm gone
I'm gone (ah ah ah!)