"Amsterdam" lyrics
Gripping heaters when it's hot, caught him on the wrong side
Don't be on that block before we catch him offside
Spinners, G-locks, the dotty came for half price
When you jump inside that field, there ain't no half-time
And plus all these bitches tell me I'm the man
Probably smoke a half an ounce when I'm in Amsterdam too
You ain't helped me when I needed, you ain't fam
You gotta watch out for your opps and watch out for your mans too
Still undecided 'bout when we stopping the violence
I'm a Mali nigga from the Six side, I'm a pirate
Outta everybody, why you flex for her when she average?
My brodie in the trenches flying birds like a pilot
On the curb, what's the word, in a Merc, I'm a savage
Put in work, never buy a purse for a badders, yeah
Only making love songs when I'm in Paris, yeah, yeah
And I need a hundred guns, automatic
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
How did love turn us both so strange?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I made her give it up in the back of the Range
Gripping heaters when it's hot, caught him on the wrong side
Don't be on that block before we catch him offside
Spinners, G-locks, the dotty came for half price
When you jump inside that field, there ain't no half-time
And plus all these bitches tell me I'm the man
Probably smoke a half an ounce when I'm in Amsterdam too
You ain't helped me when I needed, you ain't fam
You gotta watch out for your opps and watch out for your mans too
Yeah, yeah, I'm sipping lean like there ain't been a drought
And how you mentioning my name like I ain't been about?
Chopsticks and ZK's, we turn him old news, I'm so cool
I check my wrist and I see fifty thou'
Still, I'm on the blocka with my tooly still
My younger niggas get to dipping, riding with the steel
I poured a fours into a twos but I don't like the way it feels
I'm buying bottles for the bitches and the thrill
You wanna hold onto my borer, my baby
I'm making money but I'm boring, my baby
And I've been shutting down the stores
I don't ever take orders 'cause I'm a shot caller, my baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
How did love turn us both so strange?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I made her give it up in the back of the Range
Gripping heaters when it's hot, caught him on the wrong side
Don't be on that block before we catch him offside
Spinners, G-locks, the dotty came for half price
When you jump inside that field, there ain't no half-time
And plus all these bitches tell me I'm the man
Probably smoke a half an ounce when I'm in Amsterdam too
You ain't helped me when I needed, you ain't fam
You gotta watch out for your opps and watch out for your mans too
Don't be on that block before we catch him offside
Spinners, G-locks, the dotty came for half price
When you jump inside that field, there ain't no half-time
And plus all these bitches tell me I'm the man
Probably smoke a half an ounce when I'm in Amsterdam too
You ain't helped me when I needed, you ain't fam
You gotta watch out for your opps and watch out for your mans too
Still undecided 'bout when we stopping the violence
I'm a Mali nigga from the Six side, I'm a pirate
Outta everybody, why you flex for her when she average?
My brodie in the trenches flying birds like a pilot
On the curb, what's the word, in a Merc, I'm a savage
Put in work, never buy a purse for a badders, yeah
Only making love songs when I'm in Paris, yeah, yeah
And I need a hundred guns, automatic
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
How did love turn us both so strange?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I made her give it up in the back of the Range
Gripping heaters when it's hot, caught him on the wrong side
Don't be on that block before we catch him offside
Spinners, G-locks, the dotty came for half price
When you jump inside that field, there ain't no half-time
And plus all these bitches tell me I'm the man
Probably smoke a half an ounce when I'm in Amsterdam too
You ain't helped me when I needed, you ain't fam
You gotta watch out for your opps and watch out for your mans too
Yeah, yeah, I'm sipping lean like there ain't been a drought
And how you mentioning my name like I ain't been about?
Chopsticks and ZK's, we turn him old news, I'm so cool
I check my wrist and I see fifty thou'
Still, I'm on the blocka with my tooly still
My younger niggas get to dipping, riding with the steel
I poured a fours into a twos but I don't like the way it feels
I'm buying bottles for the bitches and the thrill
You wanna hold onto my borer, my baby
I'm making money but I'm boring, my baby
And I've been shutting down the stores
I don't ever take orders 'cause I'm a shot caller, my baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
How did love turn us both so strange?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I made her give it up in the back of the Range
Gripping heaters when it's hot, caught him on the wrong side
Don't be on that block before we catch him offside
Spinners, G-locks, the dotty came for half price
When you jump inside that field, there ain't no half-time
And plus all these bitches tell me I'm the man
Probably smoke a half an ounce when I'm in Amsterdam too
You ain't helped me when I needed, you ain't fam
You gotta watch out for your opps and watch out for your mans too
