Amendments Lyrics

First off needa get back

I'm loud like after the click clack

Weed loud smoking zig zag

No zig zag; no drig drag

Cant breathe nigga that's gym class

Blunt breathe need a tic tac

Y'all smoking nick nack's

We ain't gon chit chat bout that mix match

You ever fuck a 9 and ask her where the 6 at

Playin pit pat imma big mac

She got the munchies eating big macs

I can help her holes; I can fix that

Most of ya'll ain't gon get that

Nigga sit back

I'm intact

You been lack

That's a fizzact

Lazy boy like a kid-nap

Get bitch slapped no tip tap

Where you living shit shack

Try to switch it up nigga switch back

Take a quick snap of his cap

Talking like he had them big racks

Nigga quit that

Quit that

Second off no backbone

I'm in the street go back home

Young nigga and I act grown

That's sumn that you lack holmes

Cause I'm that Muchacho

Sometimes I can be an asshole

My flow forbidden like the apple

You shackled

Nose up the white man ass

Call you ass nose

Try me you ain't that bold

I clack clothes

Now buddy shirt got fat fat fat holes

Get back sowed

Got it to his stomach now he lactose

Get to running I lasso

Now his back broke

Third off get to mean mugging

We ain't coming till bout 3 sumn

Better grab yo ass some clean undies

I got a mean buddy

And you ain't even tryna meet buddy

They do anything when they see money

Niggas go crazy for 300

See me quiet I peep sumn

Big dawg I'm Fee fumn

Lil bark I see puppies

Think he scared cause his knees bumping

Niggas knowing ion need nothing

I think he a clown because he funny

Goofy you poo cause you eat honey

Keeping it cool imma keep stunting

Feeling that shit keep jumping

Fourth mane you a undercover

You a mother fucker

Nigga sucker sucker

Put ya under under

Have you running sumn like the road runner

Get the gun an bussin at ya tummy Lucky I ain't hitting nothing

But I hit the button

I'll cut ya

Cause ion trust ya

Funny I don done it

Nigga I ain't stunting

Cut it like it butter

Bring the drama I'mma drum it

Tap tap tap

We be drumming

Hit you wit that bap

Yea that movie funny

Put us on the map

Yea we be coming

I'm ignorant

I kill shit

Big pimpin

On mission

To live it

The realest

Damn near is

While you snitch

I plead fifths

Sixth through the nine

Fine wine and dine

Stop at the light

Red flags on rise

I'm the shit

You the fly

Kill it like suicide

Gotta do or die

Get rude I'm high

Boom boom bye bye

Screw you die die

Speaking in baba

Googoo gaga

No abla

Limp like pasta

Relax recliner

Fuck the drama

Yall dishonest

I stay modest

Drive in sonic

Pop a lid and sonic

Lit exotic

Ya'll Illuminati

Chosen one

And you is not it

Mixture between not nice and naughty

I bring spices to the party

Gimme air like Michael Jordan

Why do they stare

Cause I go retarded