Lyrics
[Intro]
(I love you, Grim)
(Vio, you violated this)
(This is Petro Gang)
[Chorus]
Got too much Amiri, shit, they might as well sponsor me (Go, go, go)
Stacking up them Jacksons and them Franklins, ain't worried 'bout no beef
Ain't talking 'bout violence, I'm keeping it P
They could paint a picture, I'm deep in the streets (I'm deep in the streets)
Everybody know my cleats get dirty, I'm stacking this paper and giving out peace
Got too much Amiri, shit, they might as well sponsor me (Mr. Amiri)
Stacking up them Jacksons and them Franklins, ain't worried 'bout no beef
Ain't talking 'bout violence, I'm keeping it P
They could paint a picture, I'm deep in the streets
Everybody know my cleats get dirty, I'm stacking this paper and giving out peace
[Verse 1]
Go in the club, I'm spending them racks
What the fuck is a dub? I'll get this shit back
Conversations with bottle girls, I'm telling they ass, "Keep bringing out signs"
She tryna get up on a ****, I'm spending this cash, going shot for shot
Passed out off the liquor, I need a quick nap
Passed out off the ****, I jhi went down
In the club with **** that be hating, man, that shit go down
Was out the feds on homie time, who watches Tony? I run the town
I can't lie, we stand on ten, I feel like, ****, we running the city
I ain't beefing with **** ain't got twenty and they fucking kidding
Ma dukes should've named a **** Mike the way I put on Amiri
Fifteen hundred on jeans, man, this shit is skinny, this shit getting carried
Confiscate Gang, we taking his jewelry
That shit real light, I be stepping in Louis
**** thinking life a joke or movie, **** be on Tubi
I can't judge a book by it's cover, bitches be broke and bad and boujee (Nah)
Bad and boujee
Glock with a switch, I'm loving it, ****, I don't need no Uzi
Ride in the city with a Drac' or a switch
I used to be robbing, now I look like a lick
Come out with like thirty racks, I'm hitting the function and taking his bitch (A light lil' thirty)
[Chorus]
Got too much Amiri, shit, they might as well sponsor me (Mr. Amiri)
Stacking up them Jacksons and them Franklins, ain't worried 'bout no beef
Ain't talking 'bout violence, I'm keeping it P
They could paint a picture, I'm deep in the streets (I'm deep in the streets)
Everybody know my cleats get dirty, I'm stacking this paper and giving out peace
Got too much Amiri, shit, they might as well sponsor me
Stacking up them Jacksons and them Franklins, ain't worried 'bout no beef
Ain't talking 'bout violence, I'm keeping it P
They could paint a picture, I'm deep in the streets
Everybody know my cleats get dirty, I'm stacking this paper and giving out peace
Written by: Ricardo Glass
