My Daughter Got Amiri On lyrics

I’m certified trapping with that ARP
b*tch like you ignorant, b*tch I ain’t got no GED
b*tch I got sleeves, half Ps, and got ARPs
I ain’t good with math b*tch, but I can multiply the weed
She stuck at the Hyatt, she like “Nephew where the hell you at”?
Then she getting some money, think she f*cking cause her booty fat
b*tch, my pocket fatter than your booty, that’s a f*cking fact
I showed her twenty thousand now she started talking matching tats

I’m in the booth right now b*tch, I’m blacking back to back
I cut a thousand b*tches off, I still can’t cut the act
She’s like “what’s more important?”, I’m like: “my backwoods.”
You got both your parents b*tch, why you acting hood?

I robbed people, sold crack, I’m from a real hood
Skinny n*gga pulling up like dark skin Suge
[?] boy stole my swag, I’ve been stealing cars
Them n*ggas backyardigans, they still in the yard
Taylor Swift cocaine, I’m trying to shake it off
I’m beefing with child support, I can’t f*ck you raw
b*tch on my di*k, cause Rihanna shared my song
b*tch my girl like robbing n*ggers that was all along
If I tell you line that lick up then play along
A n*gga b*tch in the shower trying to sing my song
I pull up with a fork I’m trying to get it on
My asian b*tch pull up looking like she [Jamie Chong?]
I don’t need a deal, my daughter got Amiri’s on
I take her to Neman Marcus, we ain’t going to the mall
Her momma like, “I can’t believe you blew up on them songs.”
I’m still rapping about crack b*tch, in every song
I cannot make a song without selling crack
I’m not bragging about the sh*t, I’m just stating facts
My first Montclair auntie sold it from boosting
In my hood n*ggas scared of me I feel like [?]