A.M.A.T.S

Bust it open count it Cause I don't trust a soul Y'all been in y'all lane But I been on my road Link and getting motion You don't know my name My people call me Jefe Address me as the same Catch me in and out ya city discretely when I move She wanna be exclusive I'm just trying to catch a groove Switching out my females and jumping out these coupes Staying out the way can't stand to interact with gooks Most these niggaz lameos Capping to these same hoes See I spit the truth if yine fucking what you came for Chasing me some paper Flexing on these haters Bitch get out yo feelings girl you knew I was a player Mid 80s baby back when Saabs was on DBSs Catch me rocking joggers white T's under VVSs Enough about yo problems miss me with them issues F*ck you then I send you off don't hit me with them MISS YOUs Bust it open count it Cause I don't trust a soul Y'all been in y'all lane But I been on my road Link and getting motion You don't know my name My people call me Jefe Address me as the same I'm draped up and dripped out caked up with chips And since I'm back home I added dracos and clips I slay hoes and dip Invest pesos and flip GiGi fix my drinks while I blaze Os and tip I might bring out the yacht it's nothing to catch a wave Bottles of Belaire and them shawties who misbehave Yine gotta tell me I sense the animosity Still gone wish you well and I'm good on all the apologies Y'all know how I'm rocking no reason for me to lie Three 5s burn slow no reason I'm getting high Just ten toes down you see me on lens wide And I aint gotta claim real you feel it from this side Bust it open count it Cause I don't trust a soul Y'all been in y'all lane But I been on my road Link and getting motion You don't know my name My people call me Jefe Address me as the same