Amg

Yeah, come on
I left that lil' bitch behind, uh
Mmm, nah uh
You can't take a pic
Uh uh, yeah
On IG, fit pic
Uh, yeah
Yeah, Vivienne how I like it

Come on, let's go
I got the G-Star denim
20K cash, not debit
I don't want the change, you can take it
I fuck that hoe and I fake it
Praying on my death, I get it
Fake bulletproof vest, let's test it
You nothing like me, you a peasant
Talkin' shit on me, it's a blasphemy
I got the Glock on me, I'ma blast it
That shit is blasphemy
That shit is blasphemy
That bitch is bad for me
Expensive taste, oh classy me
Oh you fucking with me?
Oh, lucky me
Uh, uh, uh uh
Fuck that shit, you not my enemy
You not my friend
You not a frenemy
When I close my eyes, it's shit scaring me
When I close the blinds, it's just me and me
I only hear my voice, it's me and me
Damn I just want that beep

In a AMG and it's going too fast
I'ma pop a pill, make that shit go fast
(Go fast)
I'm finna chase that sack, I'm first, you last
Drop a bag on Chanelly
Yeah, that shit is class



Credits
Writer(s): Flavio Juarez
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