Amg
Mello goin crazy (goin crazy, goin crazy)
Throwin t's like im steph, I do fraud not the trap
Shit I'm livin' what I rap so I'm cautious with my tracks
Drop a deuce and take a nap with this Moschino on my back
I fell in love with the money, I woke up thinking bout' them racks
Ay don't tell me that you had me 'cause at first you doubted me
Lil nigga you my son, boy you like my prodigy
I put 30 in this clip and one up top that's Halloween
I just left the mall n now I'm finna get back to this weed
She like my song, she like, how you do they melodies?
He want a verse from dawg cool but I don't rap for free
Matter fact, you ain't from my hood can't get no track with me
On 75 doin a 100 like I don't care bout' police
Like a bat outta hell when I get an a-m-g
Put some pressure on these niggas cause' they tried to play with me
Tried to study what I'm on but it's, histanatomy
Yeah I broke your heart bitch but it's no apologies
I told niggas I was comin wit' a full head of steam
That song weak, you shoulda hit me up and paid a lil fee
I told Ben Frank it's real and got down on that knee
I ain't buddies wit' no rappers I ain't meet you in the streets (ay ay ay 22 ay)
Made my own money niggas never had no handouts
Pull up with them k's they like, wop, you brought the clan out
Throwin t's like im steph, I do fraud not the trap
Shit I'm livin' what I rap so I'm cautious with my tracks
Drop a deuce and take a nap with this Moschino on my back
I fell in love with the money, I woke up thinking bout' them racks
Ay don't tell me that you had me 'cause at first you doubted me
Lil nigga you my son, boy you like my prodigy
I put 30 in this clip and one up top that's Halloween
I just left the mall n now I'm finna get back to this weed
She like my song, she like, how you do they melodies?
He want a verse from dawg cool but I don't rap for free
Matter fact, you ain't from my hood can't get no track with me
On 75 doin a 100 like I don't care bout' police
Like a bat outta hell when I get an a-m-g
Put some pressure on these niggas cause' they tried to play with me
Tried to study what I'm on but it's, histanatomy
Yeah I broke your heart bitch but it's no apologies
I told niggas I was comin wit' a full head of steam
That song weak, you shoulda hit me up and paid a lil fee
I told Ben Frank it's real and got down on that knee
I ain't buddies wit' no rappers I ain't meet you in the streets (ay ay ay 22 ay)
Made my own money niggas never had no handouts
Pull up with them k's they like, wop, you brought the clan out
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Writer(s): Jaelin Parker
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