Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Yamborghini High’ by A$AP Ferg. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A$AP Ferg or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can’t relate
Boys get Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can’t relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches
Yeah, I’m gettin’ cake, yeah, it’s no debate
Yeah, I fornicate with foreign hoes that I date, like, every day
Yeah, yeah, I rock the Raf, yeah, I bought the Wraith
Yeah, I’m out of state, yeah, I like to race
Yeah I’m, yeah I’m, yeah I’m, yeah I’m, yeah
I wake up late, yeah, I’m out of shape, yeah, I’m eatin’ crêpes
Yeah, I’m sippin’ wine, yeah, she feed me grapes
She make no mistakes, me make no complaints
I love how she think she graduated with that brain
She go to
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can’t relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can’t relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches
Tool on my waist, shades on my face
Money in the bank, make no mistake
Nast does it great
Yeah, hoes wanna f*ck, car parked out front
7:45 on the fuckin’ dot, your bitch down to ride
Leavin’ wit’ me ’cause I’m a G
Made in the streets, rep for the streets
So I keep a piece
Niggas try to front, act if he want
Act like he tough, end up in a box layin’ on the side
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can’t relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can’t relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches
My mama told me save that money, bank accounts, don’t spend that bread
Cash out on new necklaces, 14 karat bracelet
Dibble dabble with the lean
High-tech with the cream, soda
As I whipped the yola
Lambo red, Coca Cola
My bros, Cosa Nostra
Ridin’ on a speedboat
She suckin’, lickin’, deepthroat
Rey Mysterio
When I’m jumpin’ off the top rope
Banana clip with the scope
Wearin’ all white
Like I’m the mothafuckin’ Pope
I’m on a Yamborghini high, flyin’ high through the sky, hey yo
Yammy’s vision got us rich, catch a nigga flyin’ by in a Lambo
Sippin’ the Henny got me gone, now I’m gettin’ in my zone, hey yo
R.I.P. to my nigga, the gallon goin’ to my dome, hey yo
This how it feel to be rich, fuckin’ bitches in the mix, yeah
Where the chiquitas is at? Yamborghini with the shits, yeah
Lil Newport lit, Young Lord with the shits, yeah
I ain’t with the game, bitch, she blow my cartridge, yeah
My jewelry glistening why I’m always chilly
Can’t believe a nigga made a couple milli’
‘Bout to cop the house way up in the hillies
With a bad bitch in the Bentley
Wood grain with the roof gone
Make a bitch fold like a futon
Gettin’ bread like a crouton
Tell me what the f*ck is you on
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can’t relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can’t relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches
(OG, nigga keep it low key
Coolin’ in the low ride
Tourin’ with the Rollies
Rollin’ cheifin’ OG
Damn I got the smoke right
Let you gain floor seats
Foreign hoes, foreign freaks, all that on the boat trip
Nigga I’m a OG
Gotta it for the dope fiends, product of the dope game)
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I’m talkin’ ’bout