Nack - AMG Lyrics

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
F*cked 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