Amazed

He know we won’t do much talkin’

If we catch him hawking

Might splatter his brains

I ain’t tryna get one up

We tryna blow out the game

Ain’t got time for beefing

We just tryna get paid

I look at my bank

Statement looking oh so great

Getting up, I’m so amazed

And homie I rock with some shooters

These **** do damage

They touching medullas

I look to my left, look to my right

These **** ruthless

Talked to my **** John

And he told me let’s do it

That’s some lick talk

Please don’t hit my slap

If you ain’t talkin’ bout some zip talk

And I don’t gotta move cause ****

I can make a zip walk

I don’t wanna talk

If we not talking bout no hit bro

Listen let me tell you

I can tell you how the clients go

1 brings 2 brings 3

Brings 4

Go ahead and tell the smokers

Cause I really need some more

5, 6, 7

Junkies knocking at the door

Oh it’s 8 **** hawking

Drop them **** to the floor

Love these hating ****

Cause they push me to be better

Pussy boy run up yo cheddar

Watching me got nothing better

And yo bitch I get her wetter

She say D’lo do it better

And I feel like lil Toosii

I’m a girlfriend ass caresser

He know we won’t do much talkin’

If we catch him hawking

Might splatter his brains

I ain’t tryna get one up

We tryna blow out the game

Ain’t got time for beefing

We just tryna get paid

I look at my bank

Statement looking oh so great

Getting up, I’m so amazed

He know we won’t do much talkin’

If we catch him hawking

Might splatter his brains

I ain’t tryna get one up

We tryna blow out the game

Ain’t got time for beefing

We just tryna get paid

I look at my bank

Statement looking oh so great

Getting up, I’m so amazed

D’lo boutta cop a chain

Man I got Broken Dreams to chase

D’lo boutta cop a blick

Don’t be stupid, don’t get hit

If I gotta hit a lick

I Hit it on some rich kids

I don’t see nobody but me

I must put on my team

Pulled up flexed, with my wrist wet

Lil shawty know my cream on

He ain’t know no better

Still put him on a stretcher

Cause it’s a slippery slope

At the end of the day

I can’t go out like no hoe

Ain’t tryna let no **** take me

So I’ma rock with the pole

They like “who that Young D’lo

That lil fly ****”

Not knowing I’m fucking his bitch

I just hit his bitch

And she called him right after

Like God damn these bitches ain’t shit

These **** like talkin’

I ain’t with the chatter

Cause I see you out

We can hit

And I see him flexing

I’m got his plates number

Cause that **** look like a lick

Damn he is

(Damn he is)

(That **** a lick)

He know we won’t do much talkin’

If we catch him hawking

Might splatter his brains

I ain’t tryna get one up

We tryna blow out the game

Ain’t got time for beefing

We just tryna get paid

I look at my bank

Statement looking oh so great

Getting up, I’m so amazed