americans lyrics

[Chorus]
(Wuh-oh)
Damn…
b*tch, I’M OUTSIDE WIT’ A GAT (I-I love you)
I-I sip Green like a SLATT (Die!)
I’m from the projects like Pat (Wuh-oh)
I-If he run up then he know it go BLATT
If he run up, he know he get BLAM
I-I don’t f*ck with Nick like I’m Sam (Die!)
He tried to shoot but his gun Strawberry Jam (Wuh-oh)
W-We got Glocks that make the whole HOOD scram
DAMN, AR’s, make ‘em, JUMP…
WH-WHAT? THAT n*ggA GET KNOCKED WITH THE GOLD PUMP (Die!)
OG call me a Chump (Wuh-oh)
Pi-Pistol whip a n*gga now he got a lump (Damn…)
You will get stranded like Effie
I-I got Gucci and Giuseppe (Die!)
I-I got a fifty, Lil’ Debbie
I-I’m in NOLA like I’m Wemby

[Verse]
Damn…
Lil’ b*tch, I-I’m in NOLA
I-I got the Coke like Cola
Ba-Ba-Based bars in my s-s-in my soda
I’m in the game with no DAMN controller
Tw-Two Glocks, n*gga, I’m Bipolar…
Spanish bih’, she say, “Hola!”
Ba-Baby Drac’, don’t need a stroller
I-I’m gon’ get the pen like Ebola
I-I SIP GREEN, n*ggA, NOW I’M YODA
I-I smoke gas, n*gga, what’s that odor?
This clip long as f*ck like a GTA load up
I said I’m gon’ slide, that n*gga said, “Hold up”
I know he don’t sip by the way that he poured up
[Chorus]
(Wuh-oh)
Damn…
b*tch, I’M OUTSIDE WIT’ A GAT
I-I sip Green like a SLATT (Die!)
I’m from the projects like Pat (Wuh-oh)
I-If he run up then he know it go BLATT
If he run up, he know he get BLAM
I-I don’t f*ck with Nick like I’m Sam (Die!)
He tried to shoot but his gun Strawberry Jam (Wuh-oh)
W-We got Glocks that make the whole HOOD scram
DAMN, AR’s, make ‘em, JUMP…
WH-WHAT? THAT n*ggA GET KNOCKED WITH THE GOLD PUMP (Die!)
OG call me a Chump (Wuh-oh)
Pi-Pistol whip a n*gga now he got a lump (Damn…)
You will get stranded like Effie
I-I got Gucci and Giuseppe (Die!)
I-I got a fifty, Lil’ Debbie
I-I’m in NOLA like I’m Wemby