Lyrics:
I'm drivin', nigga we be fucked up
Hit the weed then pass out, homie you an amateur
This bitch is bad as fuck so I'mma grab that camera bruh
Peelin'
also have buried the blender
in the backyard so better luck next time! I am not an amateur!
Did not say you were...
Let's call it a truce, or let's
This whiskey sour, amateur hour
Raise your glass and toast your friends
Some day we will fight again, well
Your enemies, your tragedies
Pocket
a pocket really just for amateurs (haha)
Lickin' on your neck, might wake up pissing in a cup (huh)
Brut Bel-Air bottles on ice just for me to bust (yes)
the best shit that come to my mind and (Maybach Music)
I want you to feel like I love you, baby
Abu Dhabi, the penthouse floors not for the amateurs
And you call yourself playin' with my name
Then I really know you fucked, trust
I'll be around forever 'cause my skills is tip-top
To any amateur niggas
shit back, I don't know
Sometimes I'm wishin' that my dick had GoPro
So I could play that shit back in slo-mo
I just shot an amateur video, I think I
from you
You need a baller like I, call 'em like I
See 'em like na
Move over y'all amateurs
No, you not balling that's Pro-Am shit
Oh, stop calling
on a handstand
They sneak dissin' niggas, throwin' little jabs like Bam Bam
But I'm a bad man, they amateurs like at Apollo
I wipe 'em off the stage like
This whiskey sour, amateur hour
Raise your glass and toast your friends
Some day we will fight again, well
Your enemies, your tragedies
Pocket
excited
Yeah they got a sick flow, its called the "young hoe virus"
But, let me fall back into character
Be got so hot, never been an amateur
Ask
ya'll amateur ass niggas do-don't try to sit home
Pit's co-co-comin, runnin gunnin' fo-fo that throne
[Chorus]
(What? Fuck With Us, What)
Y'all
Hit 'em up, wet 'em up, get 'em up, give it up, that's how it goes
Pit's gon spit it up, flip it up, rip it up, but I'm a pro
So all ya'll amateur ass
amateurs
Box and watch me execute like Cockton
My flow pipin' hot scorchin', proceed with caution
Murder any MC, your soul is lost when I'm ridin' with
came up from the amateurs to pro hits
At 5-0, so you know I take no shit
And everybody wants to kill a bringer of bad news
So they choose to point
It`s started to come to me
Your new career would probably end like this
All that professional lipstick pressed into an amateur kiss
Farewell
gucci mane can sell out a club
An next guess ima have a major buzz
Im so international I get london love
Im no amateur my money skretches way past
up under my challenger
I'm a professional
Your an amateur
Your an artist
I'm an animal
I eat rapper
I'm Hannibal
Not cannibal
I'm
look like amateurs
I just showed my ass last night I had a blast
My jewelery was so bright haters put theirs in the trash
Pulled up in somethin'
you, get 'em away from you
You need a baller like I, call 'em like I
See 'em like, nah
Move over y'all amateurs
No, you not balling that's Pro-Am
of us is a comedian, a cult leader, and an amateur rapper. Hey A-Train - Uh-huh? I've got a good one for you. What's that? Knock knock. Who's
an amateur poet neither of us knew
Either he had no one else to talk to or just couldn't pick up simple social cues
Step by step we backed away until we
an amateur poet neither of us knew
Either he had no one else to talk to or just couldn't pick up simple social cues
Step by step we backed away until we
voulaient nous faire monter
Sans nous baiser la gueule
Mais qu'est-c'que c'était mauvais quand je n'étais qu'un amateur, Elvis, Elvis, Elvis
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