Matching Amg ft. DonDon Lyrics

Uh, tryna get it done, man

This shit just not for fun no more, man

I'm brushing my people out the hood

Uh

Matchin' AMGs just for me and my big brother

Cartier for my lady, get that big house for my mother

Matchin' AMGs just for me and my lil' twin

Buy my sons Rollies, buy my girl a Benz

Lord forgive me for my sins, I'm just tryna free my kin

He don't wrestle, they gave him 40 years inside the pen

Don't break dance, but I'll spin if you mention me again

Forever smoke with opps , 'Cause they know exactly what they did

I don't like his tone , ask Don Don what he on

We New Balance boys, one call a get him gone

He don't come around, that nigga know he wrong

If I see his face, on my brother might catch a case

Treat him like a rim, start shootin' like I'm Gil

Niggas food like hibachi, I'm heatin' up the grill

Niggas they be so flaw, they ain't never did no real shit

This the debut, like Herb and bibby killed shit

Popped the wrong pill, now he say he can't feel shit

This real life, I got problems I gotta deal with

But I still ain't cry, they askin' me like why

'Cause I don't like that soft shit, I clip a nigga like kwahi

Been broken scarred for years, holdin' back my tears

Get on my knees, pray to God I'm hopin' that he hear

Can't understand the way I feel, that's why I like to pop the pills

Ecstasy is gettin' the best of me, feel like I got the chills

I got the chills, walk into that casket

Perfume smell was strong on my homie, I couldn't grasp it

What's wrong with auntie, that question I couldn't ask it

I ain't want to answer, turned out she died from cancer

And I need some therapy, but I ain't talkin' to no random

He ain't never seen no roaches, he ain't never felt abandoned

How the fuck could he help me, I can't help myself

On the road to riches, tryna find some wealth

Tryna find some hope in this cold-ass world

I just need my brody, my homies, and my girl

I'm doin' it for all the ones that can't really be here for me

If I ain't had that motivation, on God, they wouldn't hear from me

New Balance Boyz, that's my pop shit, that's history

Say his name in vain, you gon' be a mystery

You gon' be a mystery

This that hood history

I just want that matching AMG, man, like

Me and my bro need it, man

Like, nine to ten years, nine to ten months, nigga

And days, nigga