AMG C63 by Kankan Lyrics
[Verse]
That nigga mad than a bitch 'cause he thought I wasn't making it
That nigga don't get money, hell nah, he be faking it
Hop in the Trackhawk, swerve
All these bitches they group with they birds
Where they got red, bitch I know my worth
That boy he broke and he biting, he hurt
We make him famous, put him on a shirt
We make him famous, turn him to some merch
Play with the gang, leave him in the dirt
Nigga just boot off X, then I leave Earth
We get that money and clean it, yeah, just like detergent
My bitch, she bad, know she hitting them angles
I'm in a Demon, I'm high like an angel
I fuck this ho, got her lookin' my name up
I'm with some killers, lil' nigga, they nameless
Reach for a chain, nigga, they leave you faceless
Glocks giving facelifts
No, bitch can't stay here
I turn an i8 right to a spaceship
We put a hole in his head like a crater
Yeah, he too old, yeah, that boy outdated
Yeah, stayed down, I waited
Now I'm rich as hell, I made it
We put a hole in his head now he in the pavement
(Hole in his head now he in the pavement)
He wanna feat', send a payment
Nigga, we ducking arraignments
High as hell, ducking indictments
He don't get money, he—
All of these hoes be lying
All of these hoes, they trifling
All these hoes be—
Hold on, all of my hoes, they dimes
Bad bitch know I gotta bitch, she still tryna eat me up
I'm in a C63, yeah, with that heater tucked
Bad bitch all on my dick and she wanna eat me up
All my bitches be slime, yeah
She know that her nigga lame
Hop in that AMG GLE C63, nigga, we drop that bread
Hop in that AMG GLE C63, nigga, we sippin' drank
Nigga don't play with me, we got the sticks like ABC's, nigga, okay
That nigga mad than a bitch 'cause he thought I wasn't making it
That nigga don't get money, hell nah, he be faking it
Hop in the Trackhawk, swerve
All these bitches they group with they birds
Where they got red, bitch I know my worth
That boy he broke and he biting, he hurt
We make him famous, put him on a shirt
We make him famous, turn him to some merch
Play with the gang, leave him in the dirt
Nigga just boot off X, then I leave Earth
We get that money and clean it, yeah, just like detergent
My bitch, she bad, know she hitting them angles
I'm in a Demon, I'm high like an angel
I fuck this ho, got her lookin' my name up
I'm with some killers, lil' nigga, they nameless
Reach for a chain, nigga, they leave you faceless
Glocks giving facelifts
No, bitch can't stay here
I turn an i8 right to a spaceship
We put a hole in his head like a crater
Yeah, he too old, yeah, that boy outdated
Yeah, stayed down, I waited
Now I'm rich as hell, I made it
We put a hole in his head now he in the pavement
(Hole in his head now he in the pavement)
He wanna feat', send a payment
Nigga, we ducking arraignments
High as hell, ducking indictments
He don't get money, he—
All of these hoes be lying
All of these hoes, they trifling
All these hoes be—
Hold on, all of my hoes, they dimes
Bad bitch know I gotta bitch, she still tryna eat me up
I'm in a C63, yeah, with that heater tucked
Bad bitch all on my dick and she wanna eat me up
All my bitches be slime, yeah
She know that her nigga lame
Hop in that AMG GLE C63, nigga, we drop that bread
Hop in that AMG GLE C63, nigga, we sippin' drank
Nigga don't play with me, we got the sticks like ABC's, nigga, okay