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

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

Skinny Mike Amiris I skate
We just fuck around, we date
I went up there to Mars, so they hate
And I got a lot of cars, all up to date
I was at the bottom, literally I was in
Then I took off, I ain't 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 throw rocks and hide my hand 'cause I'm a man
Million in the book bag, I'm a big dog
my shot at any nigga, bitch, I think I'm Chris Paul
Sippin' all these meds, nigga gotta be off
I was gettin' head, fucked and I dozed off
Rolls Royce truck, crank it and let the out
I said, I went did it, boy, I'm the chosen child

Skinny Mike Amiris I skate
We just fuck around, we date
I went straight up 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 option
I was too gone, now a just pop shit
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 vibe all on my drip, she say you
And she know I'm money, buy her titties, ass, and

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

Kept it real and they be cappin', really you compete
I spend it all on bullets, don't wanna beef
Got a swag, pull up SRT
I ain't playin' nobody, nobody gon' play with me
Got a driver for my car, he me from A to Z
Got some homies on the yard I probably'll see
If the money was the I promise they'd be free
was sleepin' on me bad, they fucked around, woke up
a
it up, I went romantic, took my shawty out to Greece
Every that I go to, gotta link up with the street
I'm too humble for 'em, guess that's why they I
was

Skinny Mike Amiris like I
We just fuck around, we don't
I straight 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 option
I was too gone, now a nigga pop shit
I was in Japan, buyin' drip and yen