Amateur

All my niggas, we ran it up
B-B-Bug, bangin
Bout a dollar, I ran it up
Bout a dollar, I ran it up

Bout a dollar, I ran it up
I can flex, but I stay in the cut
Can't do nothin' to damage us
Brodie smoke em' and turn em to dust
Keep a strap like a bandage, yeah
I hang with the killers and bandits, yeah
I'm killin' the game, niggas amateurs
My life ain't the same, you can't hang with us

I'm bout to get turned to the max ain't the blame for this
Not bout the money, I can't entertain it then
Niggas act funny, they act like they want you to win
This all about hundreds, I got a few family and friends
And I just remember the times
A nigga had nothin', had no dividends
Said fuck being humble, got back on my grind
I had to retell myself, I'm born to win
I had to wake up and get it
If shawty bad enough, pay for her titties, yeah
Smoke out the P like I'm Diddy
A double cup, I can't tell you what's in it, yeah
Shawty be poppin' her shit on the gram
When she got with me, she actin' timid
But she cannot act like she not feelin' the man
Smoke gettin' higher than Whitney

Bought a dollar, I ran it up
I can flex, but I stay in the cut
Can't do nothin' to damage us
Brodie smoke em, and turn him to dust
Keep a strap like a bandage, yeah
I hang with them killers and bandits, yeah
I'm killin' the game, niggas amateurs
My life ain't the same, you can't hang with us

No, he cannot bang with us
If he talk, we gon turn him to angel dust
I done fell, got back up and ran it up
Give em hell, they tried to abandon us
I done poured up a deuce, but I know I'm the one
You cannot sit back wait for dollars to come
The gas I smoke it's exotic or nun

Bought a dollar, I ran it up
I can flex, but I stay in the cut
Can't do nothin' to damage us
Brodie smoke em', and turn him to dust
Keep the strap like a bandage, yeah
I hang with them killers and bandits, yeah
I'm killin' the game, niggas amateurs
My life ain't the same, you can't hang with us



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Writer(s): Kip Patton
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