Not AMG, it’s not pressure, uh
Ayy, not AMG, it’s not pressure
I confuse with all these letters
Young n#gg# love SRT
Who gon’ end up hurt, I bet her
Lil’ n#gg# don’t call me out
I can pay for a hit on the devil
Don’t call me if it ain’t Wock’
I probably be good with some red though
Don’t call me if it ain’t Wock’
If it miss me, become a doc
In the ‘Raq I don’t live in LA, feel like TMZ on my block
Don’t call me if it ain’t Wock’
Don’t call me if it ain’t Wock’
I said everything I meant
In Miami, I’m geeked up, jit
Pint of Hi-Tech cost her rent
I pay but she don’t like me sipping
With the real love that I feel it
In thе snow, see through concealing
I pour everything don’t feel it
I was hurt, got Pеrcs I forget it
Don’t call me if it ain’t 30
All them tints
Got my stomach hurting
I ain’t call you for death, I’m flirting
But I’m blessed up that’s for certain
Said I f#cked her friend, she reaching
But I did it for less it’ll teach her
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