AMG C63 lyrics

[Verse]
That n*gga mad than a b*tch (Ha), 'cause he thought I wa'nt makin' it (Thought I wa'nt makin' it)
Yeah, that n*gga don't get money, hell nah (Ha), he be fakin' it (That n*gga fakin' it, yeah)
Hop in the Trackhawk, swerve (Phew)
All of these b*tches, they groupie, they birds (Groupie, they birds)
Went and got rich, b*tch, I know my worth (I know my worth)
That boy, he broke and he bitin', he hurt (He bitin', he hurt)
We make him famous, put him on a shirt (Ha, yeah)
We make him famous, turn him to some merch (Turn him to some merch)
Play with the gang then we leave him in the dirt (He in the dirt)
n*gga, just boot off X, then I leave Earth (Ha, ha)
We get that money and clean it, yeah, just like detergent (Like detergent)
My b*tch, she bad, know she hittin' them angles (She hittin' 'em)
I'm in a Demon, I'm high like an angel (Off of the X)
I f*ck this ho, got her lookin' my name up
I'm wit' some killers, lil' n*gga, they nameless (Yeah)
Reach for a chain, n*gga, they leave you faceless (Yeah)
Ha, uh, Glock givin' facelifts
No, b*tch can't stay here
I turn an i8 right to a spaceship (Ha, yeah)
We put a hole in his head like a crater (Hit 'em)
Yeah, he too old, yeah, that boy outdated (He outdated)
Yeah, I stayed down, I waited
Uh, now I'm rich as hell, I made it, ha
We put a hole in his head now he in the pavement (Ha)
Hole in his head now he in the pavement, yeah
He wanna feat (Ha), send a payment (Yeah, send a payment)
n*gga, we duckin' arraignments, ha (Duckin' arraignments)
High as hell, duckin' indictments (High as hell, duckin' indictments)
He don't get money, he— (He don't get money)
All of these hoes be lying (Yeah)
All of these hoes they trifling (Ha)
All these hoes be— (Yeah)
Hold on, all of my hoes they dimes (Okay)
Bad b*tch, know I gotta b*tch, she still tryna eat me up (Still tryna eat me up)
Yeah, I'm in a C63, n*gga, yeah, wit' that heater tucked (Wit' that heater tucked), ayy
Bad b*tch all on my di*k and she wanna eat me up (Eat me up)
All my b*tches be slime, yeah (Ha)
She know that her n*gga lame (Yeah)
Hop in that AMG GLE C63 n*gga we drop that brain (We drop that brain)
Hop in that AMG GLE C63, n*gga, we sippin' drank, yeah (We sippin' drank)
n*gga don't play with me, we got the sticks like ABC's n*gga okay (n*gga, okay, ha)
[Outro]
n*gga got sticks okay, o—
n*gga got sticks, okay, okay, okay, okay
n*gga got sticks o—, ha
b*tch-ass n*gga, okay, yeah
Wit' that Drac', yeah