AMG

That bitch want me blow that back out

Bags in that trap house!

Every time you see me, got like 50 in my mag pouch

36 oz when I was trappin’ out my mad house

Big ass ARP and it was stuffed inside my man couch

All this shit they talkin’, **** still can’t flex like me

30 clip and a 30 ball, I stuffed it in my jeans

I don't know the alphabet, I only know ARP

I’m lyin', I'm flyin' in that brand new AMG (ugh)

Chicken head with me when I'm ridin' in a coupe

I’m in a drop top whippin’ tornado

Me and my bitch took a trip to Barbados

Pourin' up lean, tryna make a concoction

30 round, look like a neck on a ostrich

Rocket in my motherfuckin' pocket

White boy with me, Andy Milonakis (ugh)

And I'm coolin' with DaVinci (ugh)

Smokin' on one, the wrong one, I ain’t mention

Went to the jeweler, my shit lookin' pissy

I don’t fuck wit no sucker ****, they be risky

Pull up in that bees wax doin 160

Lil Xrr see Mak bangin’ that 50

Rob a ****, put dick in his sissy

Gucci shirt, on my back it be hissin’

(Lil Mak, Lil Xrr)

(Blue wok, sizzurp)

(It was at this point, they knew they fucked up!)

(Finna pop out brand new AMG,

twin turbo)

(500 horses, two-door coupe)

That bitch want me blow that back out

(Got just enough room for your bitch, Yessir!)

Bags in that trap house!

Every time you see me, got like 50 in my mag pouch

36 oz when I was trappin’ out my mad house

Big ass ARP and it was stuffed inside my man couch

All this shit they talkin’, **** still can’t flex like me

30 clip and a 30 ball, I stuffed it in my jeans

I don't know the alphabet, I only know ARP

I’m lyin', I'm flyin' in that brand new AMG

Xrr flyin', brand new AMG, heated leather seats (Skrrt!)

Exotic, foreign on her knees, she from overseas (She bad)

She whinin’, hos keep callin' me, they wan’ fuck with me (I’m hot!)

Decline it, country boy from Tennessee, she the 10 I see (Lil Mak!)

Neurotic, act a fool around me, I might paint the scene (No cap)

No dodgin', PLR-16, Keltec 223s (Pow, pow, pow, pow)

(hahahahahaha!)

I'm poppin', Lil Mak flood the streets, fuck yo DSP (Raider Gang)

I'm toxic, Hewlett-Packard ink, all my tats pristine (Tatted up!)

On goblin, G-Star denim jeans, T-shirt Givenchy

V8 pipes and they sing like Mariah (Sing)

Lil Xelly, Lil Mak with the fire (Brrrt!)

Bright warning colors, stay back I'm a viper (Hsss)

Camo but it's full designer (Lil Mak)

Ole girl say “meet me in the lobby”

But I'm too geeked off the tonic (Lil Mak!)

Knight’s Armament M-4 with PEQ-16, got IR beams (Bealm!)

Gang USMC, got army bros with CIBs (Real gang shit!)

I don't know the alphabet, I only know LMG (Brrrt)

556, the black tip ones, AP (Brrrt!)

(Yah!)