​Amg lyrics

[Intro]
(Yo Kavi, you killed it)
(Bhristo, talk to 'em slime)
(Mingo, haha)

[Chorus]
Ha, all these racks on me, lil' b*tch, I can't go (I can't go)
Yeah, like fifteen racks all cash, lil' b*tch it can't fold (b*tch, it can't fold)
Damn, lame ass n*gga tryna hate on me, he too old (Too old)
This sh*t gettin' old, yeah (Getting old, uh)
I took the top off the AMG (AMG)
Yeah, ridin' with racks, but the K on me (K on me, uh)
Damn, half these n*ggas turned fake on me (Half these n*ggas turned fake on me)
Half of these n*ggas they—
Half of these n*ggas turned fake on me (Yeah)

[Verse]
Half of these n*ggas turned fool, damn
I'm in the stu' with a stick
I'm in the stu with his b*tch (Yeah)
I'm in the stu with the—, yeah
I'm in the stu with the pole (Uh-huh, yeah)
Hate when n*ggas play both sides
This n*gga he wanna play, and the K hit him four times
Yeah, and I'm back in this b*tch with the Drac'
And I came with all my guys
Fifteen ten racks in Saint Laurent and she like, "Oh my God"
This b*tch blew my heart (Oh my God)
Okay, I'm off Roxys (Yeah)
These n*ggas still stealing swag
These n*ggas, they love to copy (Yeah, they copies)
n*gga, I'm still in my bag, put a bad b*tch on Oxy', yeah
These n*ggas goin' out sad, b*tch, better stop that plottin' (Yeah)
When that Draco hits
[Chorus]
Ha, all these racks on me, lil' b*tch, I can't go (b*tch, I can't go)
Yeah, like fifteen racks all cash, lil' b*tch it can't fold (b*tch, it can't fold)
Damn, lame ass n*gga tryna hate on me, he too old (Too old)
This sh*t gettin' old, yeah (Getting old, uh)
I took the top off the AMG (AMG)
Yeah, ridin' with racks, but the K on me (K on me, uh)
Damn, half these n*ggas turned fake on me (Half these n*ggas turned fake on me), yeah
Half of these n*ggas they— (Yeah)
Half of these n*ggas turned fake on me

[Outro]
Half of these n*ggas turned—
Half of these n*ggas they—
Half of these n*ggas done, uh-uh, damn
Ridin' around in that AMG