Amateur Hour lyrics

by

Terrance Escobar


[Hook 1: Terrance Escobar]
Running man dance how i run to them bands
I put them bands in my trudaman pants
I want blue hundreds, it's nothing they coming

n*ggas they sc*mmy
They switch up for money
Ambulance n*gga I'm rushing to get em'
Lil shorty mad cause she know I don't feel her
Threw on the leather like Michael in thriller
You singing to thotties, we calling you Tiller

Gassin big blunts n*ggas smoking the finest
Deeper and deeper I want her to climax
Put her on camera
Coming with stamina
Shoutout my pilots from Houston to Canada

Amateur hour, you n*ggas is trash
Amateur hour, you n*ggas won't last
I am the best and you n*ggas is last
Yung skkkrrttt the best and you n*ggas is last

[Verse 1: Terrance Escobar]
f*ck being humble they stumble too much
Order the uber pull up and I touch
Bring me a game, a wood and a Dutch
Coughing up pressure and sipping on mud

All of em doubted, they said I was trash
Hit after hit after hit on they ass
Boy you a opp you do not get a pass

Call me Yung Q all you n*ggas is fuu
Call me Yung Q how I'm coming with juice
Feeling like Q how I sauce up the youth
I want the hundreds they gotta be blue
Shoutout to bloodgang I f*ck with them too
My n*ggas with me they sparking up boof
I want a cougar, a Benz, and a coupe
Make it do magic like, "where go the roof"

Peep her complexion you know she is foreign
Polo man sheets so I'm sleep on Ralph Lauren


I'm a young n*gga just chasing my dreams
All these lil' b*tches they thotties, they scene
My only mission is getting that green
Stacking up paper ain't no in betweens
Saucey with b*tches they loving the steeze

Knock out the pus*y like Rocky did creed
Knock out the pus*y like Rocky did creed

[Hook 1: Terrance Escobar]
Running man dance how I run to them bands
I put them bands in my trudaman pants
I want blue hundreds, it's nothing they coming

n*ggas they sc*mmy
They switch up for money
Ambulance n*gga I'm rushing to get em'
Lil shorty mad cause she know I don't feel her
Threw on the leather like Michael in thriller
You singing to thotties, we calling you Tiller

Gassin big blunts n*ggas smoking the finest
Deeper and deeper I want her to climax
Put her on camera
Coming with stamina
Shoutout my pilots from Houston to Canada

Amateur hour, you n*ggas is trash
Amateur hour, you n*ggas won't last
I am the best and you n*ggas is last
Yung skkkrrttt the best and you n*ggas is last

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