Amethyst

[Verse 1] Let's go Olive green Bally windbreaker to wet my taste buds Y’all hatin' niggas praying for table crumbs Damn, ya'll looking bad, y’all might be mistaken for bums My first thought was to put some spare change in your cup Here's a blanket, least you'll be covered up I'm becomin' numb I don't feel the love at night, I hug my guns Might touch you with the same razor I use to cut my drugs Homie, these blades ain't made for shavin', son (Nah) The snub is stainless, the yay is white like Shia LaBeouf, I weighed it (I weighed it up) Liposucked the plug, left ’em weightless Niggas on the waitin’ list, look at your grayed-up wig What's that, a wave kit? Listen, baby, don’t shake the ship Still, they assist, shit's scaring away the fish I'm a playa Son, I'm just sitting here sharing game with pimps Bitch tried to throw a big monkey wrench in my Benz vent I find it interestin’ I was chillin' just when they thought the engine went I still did it big (did it big) Pick of the litter but no kittens here I'm like Huey Newton sitting in the king's wicker chair with the pistol near My face is chiseled in the silverware with care (uh) Spilling Belaire on the thread I wear, I'm a threat out here You better not let the cat out for air, yeah Uh, I'm a threat out here You better not let the cat out for air, yeah [Chorus] I've been high and low It's gotten simple One thing I always know Don't let myself go (stay on my shit, Marc) Y'all stay sleep; you only dreamin' That's why I'll never lose (yeah) I keep my gun close (Ooh, uh, come on, keep it) Screamin' fuck the other side (fuck them niggas, yeah) Ain't no love, it's us alive As long as you don't fuck with my dime, dime [Verse 2] Uh, uh, always had a scheme to get by, in the cream FILA for them green guys True indeed, I might eavesdrop at the cheeba spot When I'm in need of guwop with the fake beard like ZZ Top Your bitch in the V with me, it's easy top Stop, don't get your zucchini popped I disappear like Houdini, Ma, in the blue DB9 It's moving easy, right? Dreamy like CGI, uh Up in the Babylon, caught one in the arm like Al Pacino, why did I have cappuccino? Fifty shot clip in the drum, no need to reload Frontin' like I won't come and pop one in your knee bone, uh I lied, I'm not a pimp, I'm more like a mack The gun's worn in the small of my back Wash the money from the raw off at the laundromat, it's the format, uh The Range Rover Sport all black I'm all that, the whole ball of wax For the bag, I give you one where you store the most fat Shot lil' mama in the ass Pap