AMOCO Lyrics

Yeah

FreeMoney shit

Aye, aye

AMOCO on me lil bitch this gas strong

In the trenches pistol singing like a sad song

This that pull up on em glizzy with that mask on

Yeah, redbone that I'm fucking break her backbone

Yeah, check out for a fit I got them racks on

Yeah, hop out with that stick I get that pack gone

Yeah, I know baby girl gon bring that bag home

Unknown numbers always blowing up this tracphone

Aye

I like that guap it's romantic aye

I'm having dreams bout a mansion aye

I been out taking these chances aye

Bro banging C like atlantic aye

I done ran up that fetti yeah

Chop cut a bitch like Freddy yeah

I be lowkey like Seddy yeah

Swerve round the 4 Andretti yeah

I'm having shit like a swiper, my young niggas with it I keep me a sniper aye

I took yo bitch & I pipe her, she down with the gang got her locked just like rikers aye

Pull out that fire we ignite ya, these niggas be all on the web like a spider aye

Chop sing American Idol aye

I hit a bitch with no title aye

My nigga keep him a rifle, lil nigga we dirty the stick and recycle aye

I need this shit on arrival, I'm serving outside in 2-3 like i'm Michael aye

Pull up in black like a biker, Ma from the hood tryna live by the bible aye

Fuck that lil bitch I don't like her

My nigga hit out a striker

Married them hundreds I wife em

My money big like the Eiffel

I wrap a pack like a diaper

Trapped out doing all nighters

ARP kick like a fighter

I spark the blick like a lighter

Head on me til I'm tired

Still rest in peace to my guys

I smoke OG til I'm flying

Too deep for tears I ain't crying

Pop out expensive design

She give me head, give me mind

I keep that lead, niggas dyin

Put up that bread on the grind

Put her on bed from behind

Pull up I peep through the blinds

AMOCO on me lil bitch this gas strong

In the trenches pistol singing like a sad song

This that pull up on em glizzy with that mask on

Yeah, redbone that I'm fucking break her backbone

Yeah, check out for a fit I got them racks on

Yeah, hop out with that stick I get that pack gone

Yeah, I know baby girl gon bring that bag home

Unknown numbers always blowing up this tracphone

Aye