"AMSTERDAM" lyrics

"AMSTERDAM"

Woah, woah, woah
Way too, way too, way too, way too high, I'm trippin'
Wow, woah

Ayy, run up, don't you fuckin' run back
She pulled up with two big BBLs, I'm like, "Damn, I want that"
I woke up with diamonds in my ears, yeah, I Alex Moss'd 'em
She get freaky often, had me fantasizin' 'bout it, but I'm capital P
Yeah, lil' bitch, I know my alphabet, we drink A, B, and C
It's like 4 a.m. in Amsterdam, we finally found the weed
She like fifteen niggas deep right now, she finally choosin' me
I'm like one, two, three, four M's, I know this bitch won't bring me peace

Ayy, walk in the club with my pump, 'cause I'm lil' Dro and this bitch stuck
Fucked off ten lil' racks last night and made it right back like I know the plug
She can go deep on the dick, she a pro
I don't do shit that I preach, yeah, I know
Last night was cold than a bitch, and I needed you here, but the drugs kept me strong
She brought a friend, now it's two-to-one
I bought a Tesla, the Falcon one
I sip the cup, it was pure, pure
She tried to give me that liquor stuff
I don't mix with these hoes, I don't mix what's in my cup
I don't mix with these niggas, I don't mix up my guns

I got way too high and mixed up my old bitch with my new one
She don't understand the difference from lil' Dro and them lil' bums
If I'm speakin' from some honesty, you'll always be the one
If I'm thinkin' with my brain, I should probably leave you 'lone

Ayy, run up, don't you fuckin' run back
She pulled up with two big BBLs, I'm like, "Damn, I want that"
I woke up with diamonds in my ears, yeah, I Alex Moss'd 'em
She get freaky often, had me fantasizin' 'bout it, but I'm capital P
Yeah, lil' bitch, I know my alphabet, we drink A, B, and C
It's like 4 a.m. in Amsterdam, we finally found the weed
She like fifteen niggas deep right now, she finally choosin' me
I'm like one, two, three, four M's, I know this bitch won't bring me peace


Writer(s): Danny Jerome Jenrette, Michael Virgil Romito, Lucas Gadelta
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