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[Part I]

[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 Hellcat I take off, I like to speed
In that— (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I like counting green, huh
I like Glocks with beams
Don't want that b*tch and I don't need her (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Hell 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, tell you shut up quick
Boy, yo' music is so ass, please just f*ckin' quit
Damn, 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
I need to get high enough (I need to get high)
[Chorus]
I got Number (N)ine shades on, I can't even see
In that Hellcat I take off, I like to speed
In that— (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I like counting green, huh
I like Glocks with beams
Don't want that b*tch and I don't need her (Yeah)

[Part II]

[Chorus]
(Amir, Amir)
What the hell 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 di*k, 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 hell 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 all my money, yeah, on fashion, lil' b*tch
Pull up with that Glock, that boy ran way too quick