A.M.B (InTRILL)

(专辑： Ask My Brother - 2020)

Yeah
Big bad Bush with' the uh
Coulda been a mizzy or a
Brizzy in a
Coulda been a
Yeah, yeah

Big bad bush with the bag, look
Coulda been a mizzy or a mac book
Came, a half a brizzy in a bag, look
Cah we really living what I rap, good, uh
Won have million dollars, that good
Caught so many cases, man, it's giving man a bad look
Meet me in the States cah a nigga spit it that good
And it's that real
Federales kill my nigga and I'm mad still
How my nigga kill my brother and it's that real
I don't really know if niggas know how that feels
Shit's trippy dawg, it's like a I took a bad pill
Painkiller take the pain like Advil, uh
Pain like the rave get cancelled
'Member when we make the rave get cancelled
How you knock out my boy
'Cause we knocked out some corn, yeah, cancelled
Corn for a bouncer and corn for your dad still
Boxes of corn, got corn for your gang still
Talk less but we done more
Tongue pressed on your mum's floor
Armed jakes at the front door
I'll send apes to your front door
Niggas running off with money
Like I won't make time to come find your bloodclot nigga

But what I'm really tryna figure
Is how my cousin's shooting up my niggas
Told the truth they ain't my niggas cah I don't fuck with' niggas
I'm a family man so fuck niggas, fuck niggas
We the best and nobody touching us
And we blessed cah we keep the love with us
No gas but we keep the pump with' us, yo

Yeah, yeah, I keep the pump with me
Ask my brudda, I'm the hardest in my city
No bias, 'cause he ain't lying to me
Look me in my eyes, I can tell these niggas frightened of me
This tape's about my life and my environment
And the way I see things
And see the way I see things
I'm coming for it all, I got these bitches by their G-strings
Yo, yeah, and it's AMB, uh
I'm about my business, yeah
Still around mad bricks, what
You can ask my brudda, huh
At my best, soon gon' discover
You ain't fucking with me, can suck your

And it's AM
With the AM
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