AMG Cedes

[Intro]
Guapo he slimin' them out for me
Ayy, ha, uh huh
Ayy, uh huh
I'm talkin bout --
Uh huh
Yeah, uh huh

[Chorus]
Put that boy in a wood, yeah he dead as fuck (Dead as fuck)
Wish that lil nigga would, boy don't try your luck (Nigga, don't try your luck)
I do what you can't, cause' you broke as fuck (Broke as fuck)
Nigga your hoe too basic, you need to give her up (Need to, give it up)
My nigga scored on the drank, so he finna pour up (Yeah)
Yeah, count it sideways, but he never showed up
Uh, this shit crazy
But I got racks like this shit the eighties
Yeah, to keep it a band nigga I'm a 2000s baby
Yeah, me and Kan been back in the AMG Mercedes
Bullets they hot, and they bite like they got rabies
Shout to my momma lil nigga, she the one who raised me
She the reason why these lil hoes they can't play me
New Gen 4, that bitch came with no safety
Swear you better keep cool, if you wanna make it out safely
Perc thirty only thing nigga that can really can save me (Yeah, huh)