AMAZIN’ lyrics

[intro]
"How much would someone have to humiliate you before you'd become obsessed with killing?"
"If I was jumpy or edgy, it wouldn't take much"
"How mad are ya?"
"Doesn't matter"

[Verse]
You can leave it up to me imma get the job done
Stanging on these damn lames with a shotgun
You can't be no b*tch up in the streets they know you faking
Hustle make yo cheese whether you rob, whether you slanging
My line of work is different you can't put in no application
Hiding in the crib and drop him quick on his way in
Sad as f*ck he got hit up he feel it in his bones
Decomposing, ain't nobody even know you gone, damn later on
On the phone, I'm recruiting anotha b*tch
Hoes like making money (?) pimp em out they make you rich
This sh*t don't (?) and that's the way it's staying
Take over (?) and this sh*t looking amazing, aye

[Outro]
You can leave it up to me imma get the job done
Stanging on these damn lames with a shotgun
You can't be no b*tch up in the streets they know you faking
Hustle make yo cheese whether you rob, whether you slanging
My line of work is different you can't put in no application
You can leave it up to me imma get the job done
Stanging on these damn lames with a shotgun
You can't be no b*tch up in the streets they know you faking
Hustle make yo cheese whether you rob, whether you slanging
My line of work is different-