Hop out, automatic park, don't touch a thing
Bitch, that's not my baby
Now it's fifteen hundred, Mike Amiri me
It was new to you, dawg, it ain't new to me
I can get the orange, browns, or the green
How many lanes you got? Two or three
Hundred fifty shooters, boy
Shells, now I'm overseas, hey
And them federales still huntin' me
Tired of these wannabes, hey
Ain't got too many rapper homies
Huh, see the opposition and I'm on him, facts
Huh, huh, lil' bro, he gon' dome him, splatt
Huh ain't nobody did shit for me
Nigga, check my history just to make it back
Huh we was hittin' them 304's, huh
And the chicken traps, huh
Man, I made it cool for you niggas to scam
Huh free my nigga Stone, huh, they
Gave him thirty flat, huh, huh
Man, I'm sick of all my niggas in the jam
Hop out, automatic park, don't touch a thing
Bitch, that's not my baby
Now it's fifteen hundred, Mike Amiri me
It was new to you, dawg, it ain't new to me
I can get the orange, browns, or the green
How many lanes you got? Two or three
Hundred fifty shooters, boy
Fresh off the road with that Pacquiao
Double up and double back for that backend
Twenty chains 'round my neck all off Act'
Press play on a nigga, bitch, I'm Datpiff
I be mismatching designer like I can't read
So much water on my neck, bitch
Yeah, I been droppin' shit, ho, I'm K-Reed
(Nigga) you posting other niggas' shit, oh
Eighty for the Audemar, that's a skeleton
Drank God, I came up selling medicine
Around shooters and them robbers
Every case I done caught done went federal
Hop out, automatic park, don't touch a thing
Bitch, that's not my baby
Now it's fifteen hundred, Mike Amiri me
It was new to you, dawg, it ain't new to me
I can get the orange, browns, or the green
How many lanes you got? Two or three
Hundred fifty shooters, boy
Don't make me rock the Glock, boy
One, two, three lanes just for me
Fifteen hundred, yeah, Mike Amiri me
I just hit up Hutch and told him ice tray me
Get a lot of hate, yeah, they envy me
But I cannot complain, I been on BET
I just need the orange, browns, yeah
You wanna cross that one line, be my enemy
I just make one call, it's gon' end the beef
That preacher like a christening
And my dawg still got that lane, yeah
And I can shoot them blue
Things from the thirty feet
Hop out, automatic park, don't touch a thing
Bitch, that's not my baby
Now it's fifteen hundred, Mike Amiri me
It was new to you, dawg, it ain't new to me
I can get the orange, browns, or the green
How many lanes you got? Two or three
Hundred fifty shooters, boy