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Amir— Amir— A— Amir
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Huh-uh-uh, yeah)
(Yeah)
I got Number (N)ine shades on, I can't even see
In that Hellcat I take off, I like to speed
In that— (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I like counting green, huh
I like Glocks with beams
Don't want that bitch and I don't need her (yeah)
Hell no, I don't need no bitch (yeah)
I could really beat yo' ass, I don't need no stick (yeah)
If you not talkin' 'bout some cash, tell you shut up quick
Boy, yo' music is so ass, please just fuckin' quit
Damn, they keep callin' my phone, I know that she wanna fuck
That boy wanna make a song
Buddy, he needs to pay up
Bitch, I'm smoking on some strong
And it's codeine in my cup
I need to get high enough (I need to get high)
I got Number (N)ine shades on, I can't even see
In that Hellcat I take off, I like to speed
In that— (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I like counting green, huh
I like Glocks with beams
Don't want that bitch and I don't need her (yeah)
(Amir, Amir)
What the hell goin' on in this bitch?
Shotgun jammed, fuck is wrong with yo' stick? (wit' yo' gun)
Where yo' bro? Phew, gone, he'll be missed
In that Track', tssh, 'Hawk with yo' bitch (Amir)
I know they, huh, mad that I'm rich
I can fuck yo' bae, but I'll pass, she not it
I spent all my money, yeah, on fashion, lil' bitch
Pull up with that Glock, that boy ran way too quick
Don't fuck with these rappers, I do not see y'all as peers
Bitch, I'm sippin' drank, no, I don't drink no fuckin' beer
I can't wear no tie-dye jeans, I'm no 6evermir
Boy, get off my dick, go get yo' ass a job
I'm fuckin' on yo' bitch, she suckin' on my cock
How you claimin' you rich, all the fake shit you bought?
I just bought a new stick, yeah, time for you to get robbed
(A— Amir)
What the hell goin' on in this bitch?
Shotgun jammed, fuck is wrong with yo' stick? (wit' yo' gun)
Where yo' bro? Phew, gone, he'll be missed
In that Track', tssh, 'Hawk with yo' bitch (Amir)
I know they, huh, mad that I'm rich
I can fuck yo' bae, but I'll pass, she not it
I spent all my money, yeah, on fashion, lil' bitch
Pull up with that Glock, that boy ran way too quick