AMG Lyrics

(Like woah) Went to the dealership, got my cash up, bitch I spent it

(Like woah) Brand new AMG, all green with the windows tinted

(Like woah) Please don't run your mouth, you just made as fuck 'cause I'm winning

(Like woah) Crush up an X in my cereal, Percocet and I'm spinning

I run this shit from the start to the finish, I get to the green, bitch I get to the spinach

Run up on me then you're getting diminished, that hoe got an accent, she told me she's British

Off of the alcohol she let me hit it, throw bullets like Brady, it's hitting your fitted

I beat the case lil bitch I got acquitted, your brodie got shot and you don't know who did it

We in ATL

This that YSL

I rock the Gucci, mix it with the Fendi lil bitch and I'm high as hell

He want the bullets, go tell him I got em lil bitch, he can die as well

I got the Louis V all on my feet, I put it on my tie as well

Crush up an X in my lean

Run up, get popped like a bean

She wanna fuck on the team

She wanna fuck on the team

I got that choppa, it came with a beam

None of this shit what it seems

She chase after me, then she's chasing her dreams

AMG, don't whip a Bimm

Ride around with my drac'

Wrist on a lake

Don't fuck with the fakes, hoe

See it, I want it, I take

Run up, you get baked hoe

Look at the bullets I'll make

Killing you, leaving no trace hoe

You cannot keep with the pace

I hit it past third base, hoe

I'll send them shots at your face

I just beat the case, hoe

Imma spray the choppa like mase

I'm gonna need my space, hoe

Please don't pull up to my place

Everything's so pricy, no I cannot make mistakes

(Like woah) Went to the dealership, got my cash up, bitch I spent it

(Like woah) Brand new AMG, all green with the windows tinted

(Like woah) Please don't run your mouth, you just made as fuck 'cause I'm winning

(Like woah) Crush up an X in my cereal, Percocet and I'm spinning

I run this shit from the start to the finish, I get to the green, bitch I get to the spinach

Run up on me then you're getting diminished, that hoe got an accent, she told me she's British

Off of the alcohol she let me hit it, throw bullets like Brady, it's hitting your fitted

I beat the case lil bitch I got acquitted, your brodie got shot and you don't know who did it