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[intro]
amir
amir— amir— amir (yeah)
(yeah-yeah)
huh-uh-uh
yeah
yeah

[chorus]
i got number (n)ine shades on, i can’t even see
in that h-llcat i take off, i like ten-speed
in that— (yeah, yeah)
yeah, i like counting green, huh
i like glocks with things
don’t want that b-tch and i don’t need her (yeah)
[verse 1]
h-ll no, i don’t need no b-tch (yeah)
i could really beat yo’ ass, i don’t need no stick (yeah)
if you not talkin’ ’bout some cash, time you should’ve quit
boy, yo’ music is so ass, please just f-ckin’ quit
d-mn, they keep callin’ my phone, i know that she wanna f-ck
that boy wanna make a song
buddy, he needs to pay up
b-tch, i’m smoking on some strong
and it’s codeine in my cup
[?], get enough (i need to get—)

[chorus]
i got number (n)ine shades on, i can’t even see
in that h-llcat i take off, i like ten-speed
in that— (yeah, yeah)
yeah, i like counting green, huh
i like glocks with things
don’t want that b-tch and i don’t need her (yeah)

[chorus]
(amir)
what the h-ll goin’ on in this b-tch?
shotgun jammed, f-ck is wrong with yo’ stick? (wit’ yo’ gun)
where yo’ bro? phew, gone, he’ll be missed
in that track’, tssh, ‘hawk with yo’ b-tch (amir)
i know they, huh, mad that i’m rich
i can f-ck yo’ bae, but i’ll pass, she not it
i spent helmut lang, he on fashion, lil’ b-tch
put up with that glock, that boy ran way too quick
[verse]
don’t f-ck with these rappers, i do not see y’all as peers
b-tch, i’m sippin’ drank, no, i don’t drink no f-ckin’ beer
i can’t wear no tie-dye jeans, i’m no 6evermir
boy, get off my d-ck, go get yo’ ass a job
i’m f-ckin’ on yo’ b-tch, she suckin’ on my c-ck
how you claimin’ you rich, all the fake sh-t you bought?
i just bought a new stick, yeah, time for you to get robbed

[chorus]
(amir)
what the h-ll goin’ on in this b-tch?
shotgun jammed, f-ck is wrong with yo’ stick? (wit’ yo’ gun)
where yo’ bro? phew, gone, he’ll be missed
in that track’, tssh, ‘hawk with yo’ b-tch (amir)
i know they, huh, mad that i’m rich
i can f-ck yo’ bae, but i’ll pass, she not it
i spent helmut lang, he on fashion, lil’ b-tch
put up with that glock, that boy ran way too quick

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