amount lyrics
by kishin
[Intro]
You lose
[Chorus: kishin]
Yeah (Yeah), I been gone, but now I'm back (Back)
Feel like I can't do wrong, man, that sh*t deserve a plaque
And I'm too gone (Yeah), smoking on that hefty pack (Uh-huh)
All my b*tches stay natty, but she still got hella back (Uh-huh)
I'm spending time, but I still got hella racks (Yeah)
Making too much that I can't tell what's coming in and out (No, no)
I got too much, and I got hella O's in my account (No, no)
Don't do too much, you still ain't even close to my amount (No-oh)
[Verse 1: kishin]
And this tool talk, let me tell you how it's been (Been)
I been through a lot, yeah, in a lot of sh*t (No-oh)
But this sh*t ain't been the same, yeah, talkin' ever since (Yeah-huh)
Don't get me mad, yeah, gettin' under my skin (Yeah)
[?] get a bag (Bag), and then get all mad (Mad)
I can't go out sad (Sad), I ain't built like that (Yeah-ah)
Fell in love with cash, that hoe she a gnat (Yeah)
Runnin' this sh*t way too long, ain't no going back, no
[Verse 2: veezuh]
(Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
Yeah, oh, yo’ b*tch want a pic', yeah
Swear to God, we doin' porn, the way she do splits all up on my di*k, ha
Ha, I swear to God, one day I'll be at the top
Don't know what I'm countin', but this sh*t a lot
I'm kicking that b*tch out, she just a lil' thot
I [?] open, don't give it a thought
Yeah, hunnid bands on me, off of the lean, b*tch, I move like a zombie
I'm rockin' Chrome while you wearing that Tommy
I swear you can't match me, I'm just so iconic
Talkin' sh*t to me, b*tch, you so ironic
Smoking that pack, b*tch, I'm smoking on [?] (Collateral shot!)
I'm pourin' up purple, [?] tonic
You look like a clone, that boy think he demonic (Bye-bye)
And I swear to God, I just been on it
They tryna be like veezuh, tryna just clone him
I get it lil' bro, you don't got no talent, but in this world, you gotta man up and own it
That sh*t was so ass, he dropping a sin (Now you're f*cked)
Got to pray to God, I hope he atone it
You'll find the truth out in the end, I swear to God I'mma just have no opponents (Yes)
[Bridge: veezuh]
Yeah, I feel like the sh*t, I feel like the man, I feel like the muh’ f*ckin' kid
I can't read the time 'cause these racks on my wrist, and I know that's why these motherf*ckers so p*ssed
I know why they hate me, I feel like I'm Chris (f*ck 'em)
[?] list
Spyin' on me, but you don't got a b*tch
And one of these days I'm finna get rich
[Chorus: kishin]
Yeah (Yeah), I been gone, but now I'm back (Back)
Feel like I can't do wrong, man, that sh*t deserve a plaque
And I'm too gone (Yeah), smoking on that hefty pack (Uh-huh)
All my b*tches stay natty, but she still got hella back (Uh-huh)
I'm spending time, but I still got hella racks (Yeah)
Making too much that I can't tell what's coming in and out (No, no)
I got too much, and I got hella O's in my account (No, no)
Don't do too much, you still ain't even close to my amount (No-oh)
[Outro]
And this tool talk