Amari Lyrics

Ain't no talking we going see

Who really up when it's all done

I don't even want the glock

If that bitch don't come with a drum

Buy that shit for thirty three

An we gon break down every crumb

Delete the gram n make some bands

Link with bro every couple months

Two bands every rubber band

I got five hunnid, do the math

If you don't make that shit right

Then you might fuck up the whole batch

Fucked your bitch and kicked her out

You love that bitch her pussy trash

Fuck the money that I spent

I want the time I can't get back

If the weed ain't moving quick enough

Then go n switch it up

Threw my heart up in a coffin

Somewhere you can't dig it up

Heard there's bands up on the west

So shit I'm bout to hit it up

Late nights I won't leave the stu

Till all my shit start picking up

If you run off on the plug

That gon make yo face hot

An I call foenem the bangbros

Cause they fucking the same thot

In the red eye I got red eyes

I don't take my frames off

I can make a ticket off this

Drop another date just

I pay extra for the white tile and the cabinets

6am im on a flight

Just to get away from the madness

I don't plan on going back

So I give two fucks on what's happening

Make some money buy some guns

That'll put your life up in balance

Ninety-six thousand in twenty's

I put half down for a crib

5 years in and im still out here

I'm still grinding for the chip

Don't know how you snaked your dog

You a little bitch like Louis Litt

And whenever I hit Atlanta

I got 2 glocks 30 clips

An my mind been on the businesses

An you just always been a bitch

I got bitch up in the telly

Might as well go flip the bitch

Get the bands put the gang on

That just always been the script

Still go rock my timberlands

When I leave out the paradox

I go n hit up Gucci

Drop 350 on a pair of socks

And I don't stress about that shit

Cause that lil shit just been a loss

I know brodie a little weird

But fuck you cause that's my dog

In the 750 beamer I sit low up in the hawk

An I still won't leave the gym

After they shut off all the lights

Went commercial it feel nice

Now we can drop it for a price

Only foreigns thousand horses

So we ride slow by the lights

Could be up six hunnid thousand

If I can do this shit twice

I would give all this shit up

For my dog If I had one wish

For the bag im out here grinding

Like a junkie with a fix

I can go and stack the money

But I rather take the risk

You go broke u got no money

Then they forget you exist

Ain't no talking we going see

Who really up when it's all done

I don't even want the glock

If that bitch don't come with a drum

Buy that shit for thirty three

An we going break down every crumb

Delete the gram n make some bands

Link with bro every couple months