Amends (feat. Swervey)

Like, talking that shit imma show what's up Act like a squirrel, she hop on these nuts Feel like peroxide up in this cut Let down too many times, can't trust Listen to the gut, 100% You ain't making a cent Telling you shit that I learned in my life, like, am I making sense? No, we ain't making amends, I'll be just making these bands, yea yea Hated on me for no reason, later you say that we friends, yea yea Imma go up to the top, quick stop, and we breezing, yea I am the boy, they say I'm the goat, there's a good reason, yea Don't try to test my shit, disappear up in the mist, okay okay 2017, Started making a name for myself, now they tryna hop on my dick, eh They tryna hop like ribbit They say that they want it but I went and did it I ain't looking back til I finish the mission You talk a whole lot, better shut up and listen, eh I got some new shit under my belt I be too hot, I think I might melt Cheated on me, don't care how I felt Focused on me, I'll figure it out Don't listen to nobody else Working so hard, stuck in the house I can't help you out, better go and figure it out yourself Like, talking that shit imma show what's up Act like a squirrel, she hop on these nuts Feel like peroxide up in this cut Let down too many times, can't trust Listen to the gut, 100% You ain't making a cent Telling you shit that I learned in my life, like, am I making sense? Say she off a molly and she feelin hella high Got a lot of racks and you can tell when I walk by Got a bad lil shorty and she tryna hit my line Take a dick one time then I flex up with my slime Made my bitch, yea, boujee pull off in a wraith Pussyboy you want the smoke? My shooters go to reign Lot of bad girls, they fine Watch a young boy still shine Diamonds they drip like a fountain My money be looking like mountain Nobody compare, I'm astounding Been getting rich and I've on the game Pull off the lot and I pull up and race Switching my hoes like I switch up my lane I switch my clothes like I switch up their names On my way to the top for the money and fame I'm by my lonely, just me and my chain Yea, I ain't a lame Like, talking that shit imma show what's up Act like a squirrel, she hop on these nuts Feel like peroxide up in this cut Let down too many times, can't trust Listen to the gut, 100% You ain't making a cent Telling you shit that I learned in my life, like, am I making sense?