Amiri

O town getting lit I'm in the city baby
Don't fuck with me my shooters ain't asking no maybe
My mind Apollo high I'm Cullinan star gazin'
Seats caramel matte we puff pass baby
They checking my numbers and asking themselves if I am a vet
My guards shoot first they never played 1 yeah before you even react
Every story has two sides to it shit and that is a fact
That's why I'm telling you I'm different than what you had last
Hop on a drill I'm aiming at the moon but I'm shooting at the stars
My momma told me: "Son never forget who you are"

Amiri my pants
Left the rest of the racks on the dash in my Benz
Fuck around and I found something to blend
Driving back with the packs to the ends
Homies gon' pull up to shoot
Back off the way before they start aiming at you
My homies wipe your nose for you
Back off before you regret to lose

I mix the Jimmy Choos with Dior bitch I'm walking in fashion
Got the gun on my hip bitch I'm blasting
Taking your life I don't care if it's tragic
In a big body swerving
I like the corvettes but it's summer I switch it up
And I heard that she like when I'm dicking her
Stick on her dresser cause bitches love setting up
When a bitch gon try me she gon die yeah
They sticky like Vicky
No discussion we gassing red light we dashing
Feds on us don't know what happen
If my nigga talk we buying his casket
In a coffin he sleeping relaxing
Packing his ass in wood now we smoke him like zaa
If you love us how you ratting?

Amiri my pants
Left the rest of the racks on the dash in my Benz
Fuck around and I found something to blend
Driving back with the packs to the ends
Homies gon' pull up to shoot
Back off the way before they start aiming at you
My homies wipe your nose for you
Back off before you regret to lose



Credits
Writer(s): João Nóbrega
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