[Verse 1: Young Seagull]
Flex gang pushin' P while these boys all shake n bake
Hit another lick, you could call it dead freight
Call me Ronnie Coleman cause I'm pushin' mad weights
Send a fake one to the fishes at the bottom of a lake
You rockin gang tats but I disregard the body art
These boys ain't special, just some rotten body parts
Bound to be plentiful, I'm aimin at his ephemeral
If the swamp were a city I would be the general
Best duo in the gamе me and Shreckneck
Risin to thе top real fast, breakneck
Spittin real shit on a quest to find catharsis
Not takin any shit from a hyperpop artist
Lambo season sculpture, Imma do it for the culture
I'd rather be an Ogre than a trend-hunting vulture
Do it for the city where Yung Lambo be the mayor
Spit another 16 they can't decode all the layers

[Hook: Yung Lambo]
Ogres are like onions, they've got layers
If the swamp were a city I would be the mayor
All the sequel stans, they be all the haters
You know I got the high ground like I got a lightsaber
Ogres are like onions, they've got layers
If the swamp were a city I would be the mayor
All the sequel stans, they are all the haters
You know I got the high ground like I got a lightsaber
[Verse 2: Yung Lambo]
I don't like sand like I'm Anakin Skywalker
If you like the Martez Sisters I will lock you in a locker
When I be in the swamp I got the high ground
You know I be the king and I got my crown
Shoot you with a Uzi, shoot you like a movie
Diamonds ain't wet like water, y'all just throw 'em in jacuzzi
Fuck Pong Krell, he a bitch
If you a snitch, you gon' get a stitch
Duel of the Fates, very good song
If you don't like it you are wrong!
I make the hits, you gotta admit
If you don't admit, I'll throw you into a pit
Ogres and onions got layers aplenty
Lambo Season 2020
Ogres and onions got layers aplenty
Lambo Season 2020

[Hook: Yung Lambo]
Ogres are like onions, they've got layers
If the swamp were a city I would be the mayor
All the sequel stans, they be all the haters
You know I got the high ground like I got a lightsaber
Ogres are like onions, they've got layers
If the swamp were a city I would be the mayor
All the sequel stans, they are all the haters
You know I got the high ground like I got a lightsaber
[Verse 3: Lil Squeaky]
Hol' up, let me get it started
Squeaky goin' raw, man, smell it like I farted
Came in with my bitch she met your bitch and they was friends
She a psycho, she [?] pushin' all my [?]
Crashin', crashin', gettin' bitches is a passion
I don't stay ballin with all that dollar-store fashion
If you like the movie Pocahontas you a capper
[?] stay crap and I still stay trap
And Imma hit your grandma up and ask for some apple pie
Ay, Shrek need Lambo and so do I
And Fiona need Lambo and no other guy
I can guarantee, my n***a, you are not the guy
You can get them baggy-ass jeans with the broken fly
Shut up lil bitch or you finna die
Trim my bitch up, break a bitch down in the nick of time
Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network, Disney went to shit and died
[?] TV [?] pissin [?] eating chicken-fried
Greased up, gassed up, they ain't feelin' right
They don't know but their wife has been cheatin'
And if they ever find out they need some therapy treatment
Over the counter
That bitch got stole and I found her
You n***as really some downers
Ruined your life in an hour
Your property's ours and you won't ever find another
Yeah, there's layers to this shit, like an onion muthafucka