Word on the street, they got a lil´ bitty hit out Really run Atlanta, I can make a nigga get out If anything, I have more respect for you bitches
Nigga, you a bitch, we don´t shoot and miss (Nah) Glock-19 unfold and it spit out Double R underneath the door when I get out Clutchin´ on my fans, had to tell lil´ bro to chill out How the fuck your whole gang down the road and you still out? Undercover rat, pussy nigga, you a sellout Every show I get either packed or it sell out I been ballin´ hard, you on the bench, you gotta sit out Know a nigga mad, he can´t even put a hit out Middle of the winter, drop top with a mink on Bad lil´ vibe, yeah, she say that´s her theme song I done made a whole million dollars off a flip phone No Soulja Boy, that bitch ain´t even have a ringtone
Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate We just fuck around, we don´t date I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in Then I took off, I ain´t have no other option I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit I was in Japan, buyin´ drip and blowin´ yen
Call overseas, tell them youngins to spin again I don´t throw rocks and hide my hand ´cause I´m a man Million cash in the book bag, I´m a big dog Threw my shot at any nigga, bitch, I think I´m Chris Paul Sippin´ all these meds, nigga gotta be throwed off
I was gettin´ head, fucked around and I dozed off Rolls Royce truck, crank it and let the nose out Everything I said, I went did it, boy, I´m the chosen child
Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate We just fuck around, we don´t date I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in Then I took off, I ain´t have no other option I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit I was in Japan, buyin´ drip and blowin´ yen
Safe deposit boxes on fleek And my bank account, I don´t touch it, I´ma get it out the street Got your vibe all on my drip, she say you cheap
And she know I´m havin´ money, buy her titties, ass, and teeth Catchin´ three flights every day, the only time I get some sleep Kept it real and they be cappin´, really you can´t compete I spend it all on bullets, niggas don´t wanna beef Got a D-boy swag, pull up SRT I ain´t playin´ with nobody, nobody gon´ play with me Got a driver for my car, he take me from A to Z Got some homies on the yard I probably´ll never see If the money was the issue I promise they´d be free They was sleepin´ on me bad, they fucked around, woke up a beast
Switch it up, I went romantic, took my shawty out to Greece Every city that I go to, gotta link up with the street I´m too humble for ´em, guess that´s why they thinkin´ I was sweet
Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate We just fuck around, we don´t date I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in Then I took off, I ain´t have no other option I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit I was in Japan, buyin´ drip and blowin´ yen
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