Large Amount lyrics
by GetRichZay
[Intro]
Come on
(And I got the Yayo)
Six (Six)
b*tch, you ain't gang, you can't hang, straight like that (Straight like that)
I don't give a f*ck how no n*gga feel (How no n*gga feel)
On my mama (On my mama)
[Chorus]
Ayy, one phone call, b*tch, I'm bringin' the stack out (Come on)
Ayy, they need to free the whole gang, n*gga, let 'em out (Aight)
Ayy, n*gga get hit with this Drac', now he checkin' 'em
Ayy, up with them points, 6.2's, I'll stretch 'em out (Ayy)
Look at my bank account, bit', that's a large amount
Flip crash out, b*tch, you know I'ma bond 'em out (Skrrt)
Opp block past, b*tch, you know I'ma bond 'em out (Skrrt)
Ayy, I send them Bos n*ggas right to your momma house (Boom)
Ayy, six sh*t, you know what up with us (Come on)
Ayy, ARP chop, that boy do a double-back (Get here)
Ayy, if I go broke, b*tch, you know I'ma run it up
n*ggas ain't runnin' up 'cause they ain't dumb enough
n*ggas be b*tches, they ain't even like that
f*ck with onе time, then I give thе b*tch right back (Uh)
Ayy, back to that bread, b*tch, you know I can sign track
Ayy, last n*gga down, where the f*ck was his iron at?
[Verse]
I don't know (I don't know)
Should've had the b*tch on when he walked in the store
Playin' games with us, b*tch, got the drop from his ho
b*tch, it's Headshot Gang, we take off n*ggas' fore' (Boom)
Talkin' that sh*t, he got hit, he a ghost (What else?)
We gon' slide through the (Shh), we gon' straight to the South (Come on)
n*ggas ain't outside, b*tch, it must be a drought
We gon' lay on his crib, we don't shoot up no house (What else?)
[Chorus]
Ayy, one phone call, b*tch, I'm bringin' the stack out (Come on)
Ayy, they need to free the whole gang, n*gga, let 'em out (Gang)
Ayy, n*gga get hit with this Drac', now he checkin' 'em
Ayy, up with them points, 6.2's, I'll stretch 'em out (Ayy)
Look at my bank account, bit', that's a large amount
Flip crash out, b*tch, you know I'ma bond 'em out (Skrrt)
Opp block past, b*tch, you know I'ma bond 'em out
Ayy, I send them Bos n*ggas right to your momma house (Come on)
Ayy, six sh*t, you know what up with us
Ayy, ARP chop, that boy do a double-back
Ayy, if I go broke, b*tch, you know I'ma run it up
n*ggas ain't runnin' up 'cause they ain't dumb enough
n*ggas be b*tches, they ain't even like that
f*ck with one time, then I give the b*tch right back
Ayy, back to that bread, b*tch, you know I can sign track
Ayy, last n*gga down, where the f*ck was his iron at?
[Outro]
Aight