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Word on the street, got a lil' bitty hit out
Really run Atlanta, I can make a get out
If anything, I have respect for you bitches
Nigga, you a bitch, we don't and miss (Nah)
unfold and it spit out
Double R underneath the door I get out
Clutchin' on my fans, had to lil' bro to chill out
How the fuck your whole gang the road and you still

Undercover rat, nigga, you a sellout
show I get either packed or it sell out
I been hard, you on the bench, you gotta sit out
Know a nigga mad, he can't put a hit out
Middle of the winter, top with a mink on
Bad vibe, yeah, she say that's her theme song
I done made a whole dollars off a flip phone
No Soulja Boy, that bitch ain't even have a

Skinny Mike Amiris I skate
We just fuck around, we don't
I went straight up there to Mars, so they
And I got a lot of cars, all up to date
I was at the bottom, literally I was in
Then I off, I ain't have no other option
I was too gone, now a just pop shit
I was in Japan, buyin' and blowin' yen

overseas, tell them youngins to spin again
I don't throw rocks and hide my hand I'm a man
cash in the book bag, I'm a big dog
Threw my shot at any nigga, bitch, I I'm Chris Paul
Sippin' all meds, nigga gotta be throwed off
I was gettin' head, fucked and I dozed off
Rolls Royce truck, crank it and let the out
Everything I said, I went did it, boy, I'm the child

Mike Amiris like I skate
We just around, we don't date
I went straight up to Mars, so they hate
And I got a lot of cars, all up to date
I was at the bottom, I was boxed in
Then I off, I ain't have no other option
I was too gone, now a nigga just pop
I was in Japan, buyin' and blowin' yen

deposit boxes on fleek
And my bank account, I don't touch it, get it out the

Got your all on my drip, she say you cheap
And she know I'm money, buy her titties, ass, and

Catchin' three flights every day, the time I get some

Kept it real and they be cappin', really you compete
I it all on bullets, niggas don't wanna beef
Got a D-boy swag, up SRT
I ain't playin' with nobody, nobody gon' play me
Got a driver for my car, he take me A to Z
Got some homies on the I probably'll never see
If the money was the issue I promise be free
They was on me bad, they fucked around, woke up
a
Switch it up, I went romantic, my shawty out to Greece
Every city that I go to, gotta link up with the
I'm too humble for 'em, that's why they thinkin' I
was

Skinny Mike Amiris I skate
We just fuck around, we don't
I went up there to Mars, so they hate
And I got a lot of cars, they all up to
I was at the bottom, I was boxed in
Then I took off, I ain't have no other
I was too gone, now a nigga pop shit
I was in Japan, buyin' and blowin' yen