Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Darius
Lil Darius
Performer
Nardo Wick
Nardo Wick
Rap
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
DJ
Darius Thornton
Darius Thornton
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mathias Liyew
Mathias Liyew
Songwriter
Darius Thornton
Darius Thornton
Songwriter
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Songwriter
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Songwriter
Horace Walls
Horace Walls
Songwriter
Brytavious Chambers
Brytavious Chambers
Songwriter
Henry Lotas-Sherratt
Henry Lotas-Sherratt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Producer
Ambezza
Ambezza
Producer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Producer
Young Cutta
Young Cutta
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Tay Keith, fuck these **** up)
[Instrumental]
(We love you, Henry)
[Chorus]
Lamborghini boys, we the ones who got it poppin' (Poppin')
Ho got a cute face, but she ain't nothin' without no body (Body)
Marco just went Hellcat, fuck it, I'll go Masi' (Masi')
Ain't tryna be in the studio, I'm tryna sip exotic (Exotic)
You can ask around the city, they gon' tell you we the hottest (Hottest)
Every time that I'm outside, you best believe that I'm gon' pop it (Pop it)
Take a trip, I don't gotta take no bags, I get there and I'm shoppin' (Shop)
Everybody wanna be in them streets 'til bodies get to droppin' (Pop)
[Verse 1]
If you drop a diss, lil' buddy knockin' off your noggin (Frrt)
Bitch got some good brain and I can tell she went to college (College)
I get fly as hell, I probably should've been a pilot (Fly)
She say she like her privacy, I fucked her on an island (Island)
Amiri Jeans, got twenty-nine, one thousand (Thousand)
He still flexin' a twenty ball, so childish (Childish)
I grew up, had to teach myself, no guidance (No)
We fresh to death, my headstone say "No stylist"
I don't need no fuckin' help (No help), did this shit all by myself
Fine, she lookin' like GloRilla (Swish), eat it like Tianna Trump
Bags cheap, I get 'em gone, can't tell you who I get 'em from
I been goin' crazy in my city, turned into the plug
[Chorus]
Lamborghini boys, we the ones who got it poppin' (Poppin')
Ho got a cute face, but she ain't nothin' without no body (Body)
Marco just went Hellcat, fuck it, I'll go Masi' (Masi')
Ain't tryna be in the studio, I'm tryna sip exotic (Exotic)
You can ask around the city, they gon' tell you we the hottest (Hottest)
Every time that I'm outside, you best believe that I'm gon' pop it (Pop it)
Take a trip, I don't gotta take no bags, I get there and I'm shoppin' (Shop)
Everybody wanna be in them streets 'til bodies get to droppin' (Pop)
[Verse 2]
Trackhawk boys with the geek, that's how we comin'
Everybody wanna beef until my **** get to dumpin' (Frrt)
Throwin' up signs, but no, I didn't vomit
When this .40 crack his egg, I bet he fold like an omelet
**** say they slime and ain't even never seen a snake
Pulled up, they was bumpin' music when we hopped out with them Ks
We hopped out, got to clappin', muscles playin' "A Bay Bay"
Introvert, don't like to talk, well shit, it ain't too much to say
Why that **** hate? I probably fucked that **** ho
Why that ho want love? Might be my swag, I don't know
Street **** before rap, before I blew, I let it blow
I'm like Michael Myers, once it's up, can't never let it go
[Chorus]
Lamborghini boys, we the ones who got it poppin' (Poppin')
Ho got a cute face, but she ain't nothin' without no body (Body)
Marco just went Hellcat, fuck it, I'll go Masi' (Masi')
Ain't tryna be in the studio, I'm tryna sip exotic (Exotic)
You can ask around the city, they gon' tell you we the hottest (Hottest)
Every time that I'm outside, you best believe that I'm gon' pop it (Pop it)
Take a trip, I don't gotta take no bags, I get there and I'm shoppin' (Shop)
Everybody wanna be in them streets 'til bodies get to droppin' (Pop)
Written by: Brytavious Chambers, Darius Thornton, Henry Lotas-Sherratt, Horace Walls, Kevin Gomringer, Mathias Liyew, Tim Gomringer
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