AMG Lyrics

Ah first genetics, god aesthetic, so poetic

Dripped outside that news going to get us

Big lambo's and coupes it's stellar

Don't know better

Cash in checks you can write me a letter

Dick magnetic, check my credit

Stay pulled out, cause the grip pathetic

Blick blick coming out for the night

Kick kicks Imma stomp in the lights

Big brick that's a lick on the sight

Deep throat and my bitch never bite

Run in the light now they reach for the height

Hot in booth switched up fahrenheit

Off of grid never reach satellites

Name in your mouth and it's not going to die

Look it's easy to me, because I work for the niece

And the car coming in, Imma check on the lease

And your hoe going to lie, I'm the breach of the peace

And I look in your eye but the chest centre piece

And I'm running for the next big thing certified

Never shake on the stage I got dead butterflies

And I'm better than a nigga with a ticked profile

Never sign to a bitch a nigga too qualified

I was cut from the cloth, Imma eat from the pot

Fuck the piece of the pie, I don't fuck with you lot

Got my new piece sign and a piece for the glock

I'm the best of the bunch on a seat full of opps

Blick blick coming out for the night

Kick kicks Imma stomp in the lights

Big brick that's a lick on the sight

Deep throat and my bitch never bite

Run in the light now they reach for the height

Hot in booth switched up fahrenheit

Off of grid never reach satellites

Name in your mouth and it's not going to die

Woah, yeah, Shabba, yeah

Shabba, yeah, Shabba, yeah

Hop on the stage with my Nikes

Tell me little bitch what you like

They know my shit like a psyche

Fans in the crowd like a light

They all got Shabba in your eye

And we pricy

I don't really go back twice

Never see the same face twice

Unless y'all nice

Coming for the main man David

With a death grip on the light

Imma make it all right

Shabba, yeah

Rap going to cater for the wrist and the ice

And the lies and the games and the jewels

Mom made a boy that could rap in the lab for the life

And the choice to be changing the rules

Life been a game with the boys and lawyers in the night

We be pushing the mic and the news

Dad going to check on the kid and crib

And the wife and the car till I pay all the dues

Yeah, Shabba, yeah, Shabba, yeah, Shabba, yeah

Woah, yeah, Shabba, yeah, Shabba, yeah, Shabba, yeah

Blick blick coming out for the night

Kick kicks Imma stomp in the lights

Big brick that's a lick on the sight

Deep throat and my bitch never bite

Run in the light now they reach for the height

Hot in booth switched up Fahrenheit

Off of grid never reach satellites

Name in your mouth and it's not going to die

Woah, yeah, Shabba, yeah, Shabba, yeah, Shabba, yeah

Woah, yeah, Shabba, yeah, Shabba, yeah, Shabba, yeah

Woah, yeah, Shabba, yeah, Shabba, yeah, Shabba, yeah

Woah, yeah, Shabba, yeah, Shabba, yeah, Shabba, yeah