Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Lamborghini Truck (Atlanta Shit)’ by 2 Chainz. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2 Chainz or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Yeah
Deuce
Atlanta shit, uh, Atlanta
Atlanta shit
Atlanta shit, I’m a fashion lover
Virgil Abloh did my first album cover
Got my first play with Mike Will
Nigga, I don’t sleep, no NyQuil
Used to sin to pay the bills in my habitat
They don’t ask where you from when you on a jet
Back in, pick her up, I know you heard about it
Got a bag from 2012, I ain’t never count it
I let Rico Wade hear my last album
Then them boys in the dungeon, ain’t no band wagon
Man, I love Dr. Dre, he my fuckin’ favorite
And Yung Joc still owe me a lil’ paper
Served Big Gipp and CeeLo
Lethal, I was mobile, they was peephole but we was equal
We were trappin’, they were rappin’
That’s why I f*ck with Dolla, he was always snappin’
Started from the apartments, ended in a mansion
That’s the definition of growth and expansion
A slope and a ramp and a envelope full of hope
She gon’ lick the stamp and I’m the main attraction
Lamborghini fast and I’m too tall for that shit
I tried to get in, I had to crawl in that bitch
But they ’bout to make a truck so I’ma call ’em
Ask ’em, “How many y’all gettin’? I want all of ’em”
Lamborghini truck, Lamborghini truck
Lamborghini truck, Lambo, Lamborghini truck
Lamborghini truck (Lamborghini truck)
Lamborghini truck (Lamborghini truck)
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Lamborghini truck (Lamborghini truck)
Lamborghini truck (never givin’ up)
Lamborghini what? (never givin’ up)
Lamborghini who? (never givin’ up)
Lamborghini bust (never givin’ up)
Panini with the crust (never givin’ up)
Gianni on the tux (never givin’ up)
Money on the other side (never givin’ up)
In God We Trust (In God We Trust)
Killer Mike from Adamsville (Mike)
Fam Goon from the block (on the block)
Where you from, where you rode the bus? (bus)
Yeah, them Migos from the North (Migos)
And I’m like the snowman when I’m holdin’ on a fork (skrrt)
And I’m like Joe when I’m rockin’ Polo Sport
I feel like Gucci when I’m walkin’ out of court
Rest in peace Lo, rest in peace Bankroll
One time for Rocco, Tip, and Rosco
One of the top flows, on the top floor
Get it wholesale like Costco
You know I got that glow, Bruce Lee boy
As far as the rappers, I’m startin’ to eat more, 2 Chainz
Lamborghini truck, Lamborghini truck
Lamborghini truck, Lambo, Lamborghini truck
Lamborghini truck (Lamborghini truck) (nigga, I remember when Baby D was in BMF)
Lamborghini truck (Lamborghini truck) (f*ck y’all niggas)
Lamborghini truck (Lamborghini truck) (Atlanta shit)
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Lamborghini truck (Lamborghini truck)
Lamborghini truck (Lamborghini truck) (Atlanta shit)
Lamborghini truck (Lamborghini truck) (nigga, the whole Atlanta gonna have a Lambo truck, nigga)
Lamborghini truck (Lamborghini truck) (you know how we do, gettin’ a bag down here, nigga)
Already know my lil bruh’s school gonna have one skateboard
Know what I’m sayin’?
Yellow, motherfuckers
Nah, I’ma get that yellow muhfucka, hell yeah
Shout out to Future, nigga, Thug, know what I’m sayin’?
Scooter, know what I’m sayin’, Lucci?
Know what I’m sayin’? The city, we full of hittas, we full of hittas
Got Buddha, 217, know what I’m sayin’?
Even though those niggas ain’t from Atlanta, they beat tho
There’s so many Atlanta nigga with so much talent, man, nah, for real
Grant street love you bro, know what I’m sayin’?
Everybody who supported me, for real
Even if you didn’t support me, somehow you supported me
For real
This go to all the DJs, not only in the city, but just DJs period
Shout out to all the strippers, yes
The strippers, cannot forget about you
Atlanta shit
ATL shit, this is where you come down for a couple days
And you never go back home, nigga, trust me
I heard that story a thousand times
“Bitch, what you still doin’?” I ain’t goin’ back home, I stay here now, I live here now