Mahemi Lyrics

Nigga tried to sign me 50k, that ain't money

I been trap rich, spent that shit last summer

Pulled up G-Wagon, it's a designer Hummer

I was servin' Reggie bags when you was stayin with your mama

I was stealin' out the store, but now it's Dolce & Gabbana

Look at my closet, I can't choose, is it Gucci or Prada

I was broker than a fool, I was outside binkin

Mama did not know the smell, but she just knew someone stinkin

Ayo, what up? You know who it is, man

This oMr. Thanksgiving, DJ Drama

And you know I had to check in real quick

Cuz y'all tuned in to get in tune with my lil' homie, DJ Tab

Pay attention

New Mahimi fit, cost me 700

I ain't heard what you said, baby, I'm blunted

R.I.P. Nip, wifey with me like London

She asked me why I gripped my thumper , thought somethin' was comin

Nigga tried to sign me 50K, that ain't money

I been trap rich, spent that shit last summer

Pulled up G-Wagon, it's a designer Hummer

I was servin' Reggie bags when you was stayin with your mama

I was stealin' out the store, but now it's Dolce & Gabbana

Look at my closet, I can't choose, is it Gucci or Prada

I was broker than a fool, I was outside binkin

Mama did not know the smell, but she just knew someone stinkin

I had packs of the 10's, blessed I'm one for the dub

I be taxin', if you shop with me, I show you some love

Boy, I been servin' scripts, before, that shit was a thing

I remember every Thursday when my phone used to ring

Like, hello? Yeah, this Katy, I got what you need

Had a script for 120, used to trade me for weed

What I paid for my jeans, could've paid on your mortgage

All these carrots that I'm wearin' veggie assortment

In the kitchen passin' babies like my brody the rock

She say I'm hypnotized , I'm treatin' every whip like a box

I was out bouncing my ass, tryna find me some geeks

What I made off a play with you, get in two weeks

I ain't even gon' act like I ain't workin' a job

I remember clockin' out, goin' find somethin' to rob

Free pat, we was on diamond, we was runnin' through freaks

All my haters gettin' blind, I give them somethin' to see

Whip, whip, watch me serve, e brake, jump the curb

Had to tell my girl sit back, cause she was workin' my nerves

V-Lone with the forces, think I'm A$AP Ferg

Only reason that he know me, he was one of my serves

Let's go

This is a certified hood classic

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Me and Wes Hill like Snoop and Drake

But, man, we Amp and Wes Hill, you know

New Mahemi fit, cost me 700

I ain't seen what you did, be gettin' to the money

I was bumpin' Gotti 50 off a 3.5

Only difference is I found a way for me to get high

I remember catchin' buses, shit was disgusting

When I bought my sister, J's, pops knew I was hustlin

I was workin' at the job, had some zips in my desk

Had a ten-minute break, enough time to finesse

Had the whole floor reekin', so I used the homegirl whips

Gave the girl grams to hold my pack, even drove they shit

When I reminisce, boy, my whole life been lit

Why you think they call me Amp ? I been turnt, bitch

Why you think they call me Amp? I been turnt, bitch

Why you think they call me Amp? I been turnt, bitch

Why you think they call me Amp? I been turnt, bitch

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