AMEN (feat. KYL)

Blue strips ask me how much I gross Burning bushes thank god for the smoke Fuck a birkin I can put her in vogue I’m her x man I’m feeling so Rogue Heard you went out sad say it ain’t so Bit the bullet tryna speak on the bros Ain’t no heat spending nights in the cold Mr. orange soda aww here it go Ain’t no biggie just to kick in yo door In this Honda still creeping up slow I ain’t nosey I just know what I know Mr. know it all came with a poll Niggas found his little hustle in flows And my cuzzo still walk with that banger Day n night we was bumping that rager Fuck the music I grew up on painters Stupid bitch yeah you grew up on haters Learn a lot when you stomp with them gators In the beach shawty looking like sailor On the moon she just catching the vapors She ain’t giving no top I don’t date her In the tuck and I’m playing the emotions Told that bitch I got poems and Trojans Pick your poison or lil shorty I’m going Runnin Runnin Runnin Runnin Runnin Runnin You won’t really catch me Stuntin Stuntin Stuntin Stuntin Stuntin Stuntin You won’t really catch me Amen praise God in my soul AP know what time I been on 18 I was writing the poems 2020 they like Robby the Goat Now yo bitch gon give me toppy fasho But first I gotta hit the block with the bros Now I got this shit on lock with the flow Mr. mmm mmm aww here he go Stupid nigga wasn’t givin a fuck Back when these hoes wasn’t givin me luck Now I feel like Pac the way they hittin me up Hidden hills we can chill in the cut They want smoke Keep a zip in the tuck with me She on go I know shawty gon fuck on me In New York Catch a body no Cardi B In a foreign TMZ keep recording me Birkin bag for yo bitch she gon cum for me I’m on top I can’t see no one under me I know most of these niggas are wannabes Ain’t gon stop til I make me a hunnid G’s I remember these hoes ain’t wanna fuck with me Now they tryna buss down at the Doubletree Told that bitch she can’t leave she ain’t done with me Runnin shit c’mon dawg You can’t run with me Runnin'