kishin - amount lyrics
[intro]
you lose
[chorus: kishin]
yeah, i been gone, but now i’m back (back)
feel like i can’t do wrong, [?]
and i’m too gone, smoking on that healthy pack (uh+huh)
all my b+tches stay natty, but she still got h+lla back (uh+huh)
i’m spending time, but i still got h+lla racks (yeah)
making too much, that i can’t tell what’s coming in and out (no, no)
i got too much and i got h+lla o’s in my account (no, no)
don’t do too much, you still ain’t even close to my amount (no+oh)
[verse 1: kishin]
and this tool talk, let me tell you how it’s been (been)
i been through a lot, yeah, in a lot of sh+t (no+oh)
but this sh+t ain’t been the same, yeah, talkin’ ever since (yeah+huh)
don’t get me mad, yeah, gettin’ under my skin (yeah)
[?] get a bag and then get all mad (mad)
i can’t go out sad, i ain’t built like that (yeah+ah)
fell in love with cash, that hoe she a [?] (yeah)
runnin’ this sh+t way too long, ain’t no going back, no
[verse 2: veezuh]
yeah, oh, yo b+tch want a pic’
swear to god we doin’ p+rn, the way she just [?] all up on my d+ck, ha
ha, i swear to god, one day i’ll be at the top
don’t know what i’m countin’ but this sh+t a lot
i’m kicking that b+tch out, she just a lil’ thot
i [?] open, don’t give it a thought
yeah, hunnid bands on me, i [?], b+tch, i move like a zombie
i’m rockin’ chrome while she wearing that tommy
i swear you can’t [?], i’m just so iconic
talkin’ sh+t to me, b+tch, you so ironic
smoking that pack, b+tch, i’m smoking on [?] (collateral shot!)
i’m pourin’ up purple, [?]
you look like a clone, that boy think he demonic (my body)
and i swear to god i just been on it
they tryna be like veezuh, tryna just clone him
i get it lil’ bro, you don’t got no talent but in this world you gotta man up and own it
that sh+t was so ass, he [?] (now you’re f+cked)
got to pray to god, i hope he ain’t [?]
you’ll find the truth out in the end, i swear to god i’mma just have no opponents (yes)
[bridge: veezuh]
yeah, i feel like the sh+t, i feel like the man, i feel like the muhf+ckin’ kid
i can’t read the time ’cause these racks on my wrist and i know that’s why these motherf+ckers so p+ssed
i know why they hate me, i feel like i’m chris (f+ck ’em)
[?]
spyin’ on me but you don’t got a b+tch
and one of these days i’m finna get rich
[chorus: kishin]
yeah, i been gone, but now i’m back (back)
feel like i can’t do wrong, [?]
and i’m too gone, smoking on that healthy pack (uh+huh)
all my b+tches stay natty, but she still got h+lla back (uh+huh)
i’m spending time, but i still got h+lla racks (yeah)
making too much, that i can’t tell what’s coming in and out (no, no)
i got too much and i got h+lla o’s in my account (no, no)
don’t do too much, you still ain’t even close to my amount (no+oh)
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