AMG FREESTYLE
Yeah, aye
When I pull up I got one so they all scream to heaven
Bitch I can't talk about no one's unless it's 1eleven
Know I say I'll humble when I'm grown but you can just forget it
You try to cross me tic-tac-toe my choppa get erected
Just be patient I'll be solid when they day comes
If homeboy got problems with money, help him make some
They took me in to question me but I ain't say nun'
But if they took a pack of Sigs they'd prolly break one
'Til death gon' do us part it's AMG don't play with me
If you gon' talk to me then you'll be talking to the team
If you talk to Abu then you'll be talking straight to Cheese
That's Chedda Boy you heard him drop a verse with me and G
If gtwoodz gon' say he need the gang then we gon' speed
I might not be from Grimey's squad but we come 30 deep
Black BMW's with 5% so you can't see
They tried to lock me up with charges, but I made it free
I really changed I used to fuck with them, they fucked with me
Now I won't talk to you if you ain't doing shit for me
You say you down to ride but I don't see you ride with V
If you ain't ride with everybody then it's to the streets
If you ain't riding with the gang then you ain't ride with me
Bitch we be toting sticks and K's but I don't got a beam
I wanna say my life a movie on some AMC
and if you want some tickets to this shit you better pay the fee
They be talkin' all that shit but they don't pull up
Bitch you ain't gon' pull up with your gang then you gon' see sum'
Balling like the Giants like fee-fi-fo-fum
I pull out the mac out of the bag and let it go dumb
I don't fuck with you but don't get offended, I don't like no-one
How you out here talking all that shit when you got no gun
I've just been here flexing with my boys we keep it 4-hun
Pull up to your block turn you to pack and then I smoke one
I'ma light it up
I'ma pop another Xanny I ain't high enough
And I'ma pop another Addy, eyes ain't wide enough
Now I'm out here freestyling, I was used to writing sum'
I'm like Dini where the powder let me line it up
You be talking to the police like you the 5 or sum'
5.0, I cannot fuck with you
I pull out the pole and bitch you know I let it kiss you
I won't miss you
I pull out the glock and my brother be picking missles
RPG's, I got my Gs, it's AMGs
Pull up in black AMG's and then black Jeeps
That's a Jeep truck, pull up keep the beam tucked
Chedda in the studio you know that boy is beaned up
I just popped a Addy so you know I'm finna be up
"Tucker, why you always gotta flex? Like Jesus"
When I pull up I got one so they all scream to heaven
Bitch I can't talk about no one's unless it's 1eleven
Know I say I'll humble when I'm grown but you can just forget it
You try to cross me tic-tac-toe my choppa get erected
Just be patient I'll be solid when they day comes
If homeboy got problems with money, help him make some
They took me in to question me but I ain't say nun'
But if they took a pack of Sigs they'd prolly break one
'Til death gon' do us part it's AMG don't play with me
If you gon' talk to me then you'll be talking to the team
If you talk to Abu then you'll be talking straight to Cheese
That's Chedda Boy you heard him drop a verse with me and G
If gtwoodz gon' say he need the gang then we gon' speed
I might not be from Grimey's squad but we come 30 deep
Black BMW's with 5% so you can't see
They tried to lock me up with charges, but I made it free
I really changed I used to fuck with them, they fucked with me
Now I won't talk to you if you ain't doing shit for me
You say you down to ride but I don't see you ride with V
If you ain't ride with everybody then it's to the streets
If you ain't riding with the gang then you ain't ride with me
Bitch we be toting sticks and K's but I don't got a beam
I wanna say my life a movie on some AMC
and if you want some tickets to this shit you better pay the fee
They be talkin' all that shit but they don't pull up
Bitch you ain't gon' pull up with your gang then you gon' see sum'
Balling like the Giants like fee-fi-fo-fum
I pull out the mac out of the bag and let it go dumb
I don't fuck with you but don't get offended, I don't like no-one
How you out here talking all that shit when you got no gun
I've just been here flexing with my boys we keep it 4-hun
Pull up to your block turn you to pack and then I smoke one
I'ma light it up
I'ma pop another Xanny I ain't high enough
And I'ma pop another Addy, eyes ain't wide enough
Now I'm out here freestyling, I was used to writing sum'
I'm like Dini where the powder let me line it up
You be talking to the police like you the 5 or sum'
5.0, I cannot fuck with you
I pull out the pole and bitch you know I let it kiss you
I won't miss you
I pull out the glock and my brother be picking missles
RPG's, I got my Gs, it's AMGs
Pull up in black AMG's and then black Jeeps
That's a Jeep truck, pull up keep the beam tucked
Chedda in the studio you know that boy is beaned up
I just popped a Addy so you know I'm finna be up
"Tucker, why you always gotta flex? Like Jesus"
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