Mahemi
New mahemi fit cost me seven hundred
I ain't heard what you said baby I'm Blunted
Rip nip wifey wit me like london
She ask my why I gripped my Thumper thought something was coming
Nigga tried to sign me Fifty k that Ain't money
I been trap rich spent that shit last Summer
Pulled up g wagon this a designer Hummer
I was serving reggie bags when you was staying with your momma
I was stealing out the store but Now it's dolce gabana
Look at my closet I can't choose is it gucci or prada
I was broker than a fool I was outside binking
Momma did not know the smell she just knew something was stinking
I got packs of the tens blessed them one for the dub
I be taxing if you you shop wit me I show you some love
Boy I been serving scripts for that shit was a thing
I remember every Thursday when my phone used to ring
Like hello yeah this katy and I got what you need
Had script of one-twenty used trade me for me for weed
What I paid for my jeans you could've paid on your mortgage
All these carrots that I'm wearing veggie assortment
In the kitchen passing babies like my brody the rock
She say im hypnotized I'm treating Every whip like a box
I was out bouncing my ass tryna find me some geeks
What I made off a play what you get in two weeks
I ain't even gone cap like I ain't workin a job
I remember clocking out going to find something to rob
Free pat we was on diamond we was running through freaks
All my haters looking blind I give them something to see
Whip whip watch me swerve
E brake jump the curve
Had to tell my girl sit back cause She was workin my nerves
Vlone wit the forces think I'm asap ferg
Only reason that he know me he was one of my serves
Lets Go
You already know what it is
Me and wes hill like snoop and dre
But yeah we a-m-p and wes hill ya know
New Mahemi fit cost me seven hundred
I ain't seen what you did been getting to the money
I was bumping gotti fifty off a three five
Only difference is I found a way for me to get high
I remember catching buses shit was disgusting
When I bought my sister jays pops knew I was hustling
I was working at the job had some zips in my desk
Had a ten minute break enough time to finesse
Had the whole floor reaking so I Used the homegirls whips
Gave the girls grams to hold my pack even drove they shit
When I reminisce boy my whole life been lit
Why you think they call me Amp I been turnt bitch
I ain't heard what you said baby I'm Blunted
Rip nip wifey wit me like london
She ask my why I gripped my Thumper thought something was coming
Nigga tried to sign me Fifty k that Ain't money
I been trap rich spent that shit last Summer
Pulled up g wagon this a designer Hummer
I was serving reggie bags when you was staying with your momma
I was stealing out the store but Now it's dolce gabana
Look at my closet I can't choose is it gucci or prada
I was broker than a fool I was outside binking
Momma did not know the smell she just knew something was stinking
I got packs of the tens blessed them one for the dub
I be taxing if you you shop wit me I show you some love
Boy I been serving scripts for that shit was a thing
I remember every Thursday when my phone used to ring
Like hello yeah this katy and I got what you need
Had script of one-twenty used trade me for me for weed
What I paid for my jeans you could've paid on your mortgage
All these carrots that I'm wearing veggie assortment
In the kitchen passing babies like my brody the rock
She say im hypnotized I'm treating Every whip like a box
I was out bouncing my ass tryna find me some geeks
What I made off a play what you get in two weeks
I ain't even gone cap like I ain't workin a job
I remember clocking out going to find something to rob
Free pat we was on diamond we was running through freaks
All my haters looking blind I give them something to see
Whip whip watch me swerve
E brake jump the curve
Had to tell my girl sit back cause She was workin my nerves
Vlone wit the forces think I'm asap ferg
Only reason that he know me he was one of my serves
Lets Go
You already know what it is
Me and wes hill like snoop and dre
But yeah we a-m-p and wes hill ya know
New Mahemi fit cost me seven hundred
I ain't seen what you did been getting to the money
I was bumping gotti fifty off a three five
Only difference is I found a way for me to get high
I remember catching buses shit was disgusting
When I bought my sister jays pops knew I was hustling
I was working at the job had some zips in my desk
Had a ten minute break enough time to finesse
Had the whole floor reaking so I Used the homegirls whips
Gave the girls grams to hold my pack even drove they shit
When I reminisce boy my whole life been lit
Why you think they call me Amp I been turnt bitch
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Writer(s): Joshua Davis
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