(Like woah) Went to the dealership, got my cash up, bitch I spent it
(Like woah) Brand new AMG, all green with the windows tinted
(Like woah) Please don't run your mouth, you just made as f*ck 'cause I'm winning
(Like woah) Crush up an X in my cereal, Percocet and I'm spinning
I run this shit from the start to the finish, I get to the green, bitch I get to the spinach
Run up on me then you're getting diminished, that hoe got an accent, she told me she's British
Off of the alcohol she let me hit it, throw bullets like Brady, it's hitting your fitted
I beat the case lil bitch I got acquitted, your brodie got shot and you don't know who did it
We in ATL
This that YSL
I rock the Gucci, mix it with the Fendi lil bitch and I'm high as hell
He want the bullets, go tell him I got em lil bitch, he can die as well
I got the Louis V all on my feet, I put it on my tie as well
Crush up an X in my lean
Run up, get popped like a bean
She wanna f*ck on the team
She wanna f*ck on the team
I got that choppa, it came with a beam
None of this shit what it seems
She chase after me, then she's chasing her dreams
AMG, don't whip a Bimm
Ride around with my drac'
Wrist on a lake
Don't f*ck with the fakes, hoe
See it, I want it, I take
Run up, you get baked hoe
Look at the bullets I'll make
Killing you, leaving no trace hoe
You cannot keep with the pace
I hit it past third base, hoe
I'll send them shots at your face
I just beat the case, hoe
Imma spray the choppa like mase
I'm gonna need my space, hoe
Please don't pull up to my place
Everything's so pricy, no I cannot make mistakes
(Like woah) Went to the dealership, got my cash up, bitch I spent it
(Like woah) Brand new AMG, all green with the windows tinted
(Like woah) Please don't run your mouth, you just made as f*ck 'cause I'm winning
(Like woah) Crush up an X in my cereal, Percocet and I'm spinning
I run this shit from the start to the finish, I get to the green, bitch I get to the spinach
Run up on me then you're getting diminished, that hoe got an accent, she told me she's British
Off of the alcohol she let me hit it, throw bullets like Brady, it's hitting your fitted
I beat the case lil bitch I got acquitted, your brodie got shot and you don't know who did it
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(Like woah) Went to the dealership, got my cash up, bitch I spent it
(Like woah) Brand new AMG, all green with the windows tinted
(Like woah) Please don't run your mouth, you just made as f*ck 'cause I'm winning
(Like woah) Crush up an X in my cereal, Percocet and I'm spinning
I run this shit from the start to the finish, I get to the green, bitch I get to the spinach
Run up on me then you're getting diminished, that hoe got an accent, she told me she's British
Off of the alcohol she let me hit it, throw bullets like Brady, it's hitting your fitted
I beat the case lil bitch I got acquitted, your brodie got shot and you don't know who did it
We in ATL
This that YSL
I rock the Gucci, mix it with the Fendi lil bitch and I'm high as hell
He want the bullets, go tell him I got em lil bitch, he can die as well
I got the Louis V all on my feet, I put it on my tie as well
Crush up an X in my lean
Run up, get popped like a bean
She wanna f*ck on the team
She wanna f*ck on the team
I got that choppa, it came with a beam
None of this shit what it seems
She chase after me, then she's chasing her dreams
AMG, don't whip a Bimm
Ride around with my drac'
Wrist on a lake
Don't f*ck with the fakes, hoe
See it, I want it, I take
Run up, you get baked hoe
Look at the bullets I'll make
Killing you, leaving no trace hoe
You cannot keep with the pace
I hit it past third base, hoe
I'll send them shots at your face
I just beat the case, hoe
Imma spray the choppa like mase
I'm gonna need my space, hoe
Please don't pull up to my place
Everything's so pricy, no I cannot make mistakes
(Like woah) Went to the dealership, got my cash up, bitch I spent it
(Like woah) Brand new AMG, all green with the windows tinted
(Like woah) Please don't run your mouth, you just made as f*ck 'cause I'm winning
(Like woah) Crush up an X in my cereal, Percocet and I'm spinning
I run this shit from the start to the finish, I get to the green, bitch I get to the spinach
Run up on me then you're getting diminished, that hoe got an accent, she told me she's British
Off of the alcohol she let me hit it, throw bullets like Brady, it's hitting your fitted
I beat the case lil bitch I got acquitted, your brodie got shot and you don't know who did it
(Like woah) Brand new AMG, all green with the windows tinted
(Like woah) Please don't run your mouth, you just made as f*ck 'cause I'm winning
(Like woah) Crush up an X in my cereal, Percocet and I'm spinning
I run this shit from the start to the finish, I get to the green, bitch I get to the spinach
Run up on me then you're getting diminished, that hoe got an accent, she told me she's British
Off of the alcohol she let me hit it, throw bullets like Brady, it's hitting your fitted
I beat the case lil bitch I got acquitted, your brodie got shot and you don't know who did it
We in ATL
This that YSL
I rock the Gucci, mix it with the Fendi lil bitch and I'm high as hell
He want the bullets, go tell him I got em lil bitch, he can die as well
I got the Louis V all on my feet, I put it on my tie as well
Crush up an X in my lean
Run up, get popped like a bean
She wanna f*ck on the team
She wanna f*ck on the team
I got that choppa, it came with a beam
None of this shit what it seems
She chase after me, then she's chasing her dreams
AMG, don't whip a Bimm
Ride around with my drac'
Wrist on a lake
Don't f*ck with the fakes, hoe
See it, I want it, I take
Run up, you get baked hoe
Look at the bullets I'll make
Killing you, leaving no trace hoe
You cannot keep with the pace
I hit it past third base, hoe
I'll send them shots at your face
I just beat the case, hoe
Imma spray the choppa like mase
I'm gonna need my space, hoe
Please don't pull up to my place
Everything's so pricy, no I cannot make mistakes
(Like woah) Went to the dealership, got my cash up, bitch I spent it
(Like woah) Brand new AMG, all green with the windows tinted
(Like woah) Please don't run your mouth, you just made as f*ck 'cause I'm winning
(Like woah) Crush up an X in my cereal, Percocet and I'm spinning
I run this shit from the start to the finish, I get to the green, bitch I get to the spinach
Run up on me then you're getting diminished, that hoe got an accent, she told me she's British
Off of the alcohol she let me hit it, throw bullets like Brady, it's hitting your fitted
I beat the case lil bitch I got acquitted, your brodie got shot and you don't know who did it
Writer: John Vickers
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