AMG

I get high up in my body, I be good, I be going down I been smoking za, getting high, I smoke loud pounds Hop in the Double-R Wraith, I got surround sound Sipping on bloody red, yeah, I got reds that hang around town She don't wanna f*ck with me, but I got racks, yeah, they got whole round Hop in the AMG, I'm swervin' out the lot Hop in the, hop in the, hop in the AMG, I'm swervin' out the lot Hop in the, hop in the AMG, I'm swervin' out the lot Hop in the, hop in the AMG, I'm swervin' out the lot Hop in the Durango SRT, we be pushing lots, yeah I got a whole lot of drank in the back of the cup, I'm sippin on snot, woah Off the drank and all these percs Shawty wanna f*ck, she gotta flirt I put an L.A. on your waist, baby, I don't want you hurt I'm with my brother, we coolin' off drop You talk on the neck, we gon' send that shot All of my demons in a Rolls Royce ghost So high forgot I dropped the top Uh-uh Uh-huh, uh-huh I'm tweakin' off these tabs Uh-huh, Wocki Luna in the lab Uh-huh, I don't care, I'll go out sad Uh-huh, yeah, it's too bad You catch us in the back and we're counting up the racks Uh-huh, and we got stacks on stacks Oh, next day we hitting Sak's Oh, you want something, we gon' tax Uh-huh, yeah, we leave you in the past It's me, I, I, I, I got cash Baby want me bad, she just call me lil' hoochie dad I want that lil' hoe, but I can't hit it, she ain't that, uh Hunnid blizzy, shift that shit right through the cali pack Uh, you ain't active, I rent my racks bitch Three-five bitch, gon' tax it He don't want heat, he don't want static Play that hoe like math quiz Fucked her one time, left her, now she sad bitch Pocket green, cabbage Yung Lu Logan Paul I'm savage Tapped in, Ben Frank on my phone Told last hoe leave me alone I make racks while I make songs That boy cap, yeah his nose long Yeah his nose long I get high up in my body, I be good, I be going down I been smoking za, getting high, I smoke loud pounds Hop in the Double-R Wraith, I got surround sound Sipping on bloody red, yeah, I got reds that hang around town She don't wanna f*ck with me, but I got racks, yeah, they got whole round Hop in the AMG, I'm swervin' out the lot Hop in the, hop in the, hop in the AMG, I'm swervin' out the lot Hop in the, hop in the AMG, I'm swervin' out the lot Hop in the, hop in the AMG, I'm swervin' out the lot Hop in the Durango SRT, we be pushing lots, yeah I got a whole lot of drank in the back of the cup, I'm sippin on snot, woah Off the drank and all these percs Shawty wanna f*ck, she gotta flirt I put an L.A. on your waist, baby, I don't want you hurt I'm with my brother, we coolin' off drop You talk on the neck, we gon' send that shot All of my demons in a Rolls Royce ghost So high forgot I dropped the top Uh-uh