AMF* lyrics

by

Rick Ross


[Snippet]

[Roddy Ricch]
Package, I had racks on racks
Gotta keep the pump on me, I'ma have a Asthma attack
I'm a crip n*gga, gotta put my set on the map
Keep a double cup, gotta pour fours on fours
Water on me, I could pull a jetski
A real n*gga behind bars, they had to let me out
Now five bad b*tches wanna sex me down
Hunnids b*tches [??], then we kick back
The Richard Millie stole my wrist back
60 and a 100 racks, I did that
Got killers on go, [??] can't leave back
Gotta keep blue faces in the middle console
Roddy Ricch, all I know is popping rubber bands
I remember I was sitting in the projects
With a dollar bill, then I turned it into a hunnid bands
It ain't my fault if your main b*tch choosing
Straight outta Compton, I'm a rich n*gga, I'm ruthless
Hopped in the dawn, I forget where the roof is
Nine millie, I'm a snap a b*tch, I shoot, chill
This a big body, barely can park it
My diamonds shaking n*gga, my wrist got Parkinsons
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