Done With Amiri

[Intro]
Yeah (Damn, Smoot, that's you?)

[Chorus]
Said I was done with Amiri, but I did it again
I'm out here beefin' with some bitches 'cause I'm hittin' they friends
Sun out, hop out Track', then I switch to the Benz
My gun out, pussy nigga, don't get hit in the head
Live like these niggas' dream, niggas wishin' I'm dead
Think you know what that mean, my youngin clippin' his dread
Half a million on his sleeve, post his pic on the net
We don't do no throwbacks unless it's Mitchell & Ness

[Verse 1]
Your bitch head between my legs and I'm grippin' her neck
Fuck this bitch off my name and you give her your check
If it's a nigga in the middle, I can get him for less
Don't over-exaggerate, it's six bricks on my neck
I give a bitch like two thousand like, "Let's skip to the sex"
God treat me good, so I'm lookin' for a bitch I can bless
Know I'm a dog, so I'm lookin' for a bitch and a vet
Let my chain get her attention, let my wrist do the rest
You gon' see pain in my vision, it ain't shit I regret
Girly suck me like she miss me, I be missin' her neck
Double C my whole 'fit, you know it's Crip on the set
I don't rock no other jean, they don't be fittin' my racks, it's Easy

[Chorus]
Said I was done with Amiri, but I did it again
I'm out here beefin' with some bitches 'cause I'm hittin' they friends
Sun out, hop out Track', then I switch to the Benz
My gun out, pussy nigga, don't get hit in the head
Live like these niggas' dream, niggas wishin' I'm dead
Think you know what that mean, my youngin clippin' his dread
Half a million on his sleeve, post his pic on the net
We don't do no throwbacks unless it's Mitchell & Ness

[Verse 2]
The spot full of money counters, scales, pistols, and TECs
The wrong door to knock on 'fore your issue get left
Lay in your grass, boy, this killin' shit deep in my flesh
Ain't got no love, they don't hear no heart beat in my chest
I ain't no thug, but I done swum with sharks deep, gettin' wet
I got a bitch I met last night eatin' my ex
Sit down and listen, you gon' get a chance to see I'm the best
Her man snitchin', ripped her purses for the seats in the 'Vette
Y'all boys down three, gettin' wet, we gettin' back
Hit they block with two hundred, heard that street was a mess
I put that nigga in a suit, put his bitch in a dress
I hit your state with fifty 'bows, but I'm leavin' with less, it's Easy

[Chorus]
Said I was done with Amiri, but I did it again
I'm out here beefin' with some bitches 'cause I'm hittin' they friends
Sun out, hop out Track', then I switch to the Benz
My gun out, pussy nigga, don't get hit in the head
Live like these niggas' dream, niggas wishin' I'm dead
Think you know what that mean, my youngin clippin' his dread
Half a million on his sleeve, post his pic on the net
We don't do no throwbacks unless it's Mitchell & Ness