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[Part I] [Intro] Amir Amir— Amir— Amir (Yeah) (Yeah-yeah) Huh-uh-uh Yeah Yeah [Chorus] I got NUMBER (N)INE shades on, I can't even see In that Hellcat I take off, I like to speed In that— (Yeah, yeah) yeah, I like counting green, huh I like Glocks with beams, don't want that bitch and I don't need her (Yeah) [Verse 1] Hell no, I don't need no bitch (Yeah) I could really beat yo' ass, I don't need no stick (Yeah) If you not talkin' 'bout some cash, tell you shut up quick Boy, yo' music is so ass, please just fuckin' quit Damn, they keep callin' my phone, I know that she wanna fuck That boy wanna make a song Buddy, he needs to pay up Bitch, I'm smoking on some strong And it's codeine in my cup I need to get high enough (I need to get high) [Chorus] I got NUMBER (N)INE shades on, I can't even see In that Hellcat I take off, I like to speed In that— (Yeah, yeah) yeah, I like counting green, huh I like Glocks with beams, don't want that bitch and I don't need her (Yeah) [Part II] [Chorus] (Amir, Amir) What the hell goin' on in this bitch? Shotgun jammed, fuck is wrong with yo stick? (Wit' yo gun) Where yo' bro? Phew, gone, he'll be missed In that Track', tssh, 'Hawk with yo' bitch (Amir) I know they, huh, mad that I'm rich I can fuck yo' bae, but I'll pass, she not it I spent Helmut Lang, he on fashion, lil' bitch Put up with that Glock, that boy ran way too quick [Verse] Don't fuck with these rappers, I do not see y'all as peers Bitch, I'm sippin' drank, no, I don't drink no fuckin' beer I can't wear no tie-dye jeans, I'm no 6evermir Boy, get off my dick, go get yo' ass a job I'm fuckin' on yo' bitch, she suckin' on my cock How you claimin' you rich, all the fake shit you bought? I just bought a new stick, yeah, time for you to get robbed [Chorus] (Amir) What the hell goin' on in this bitch? Shotgun jammed, fuck is wrong with yo stick? (Wit' yo gun) Where yo' bro? Phew, gone, he'll be missed In that Track', tssh, 'Hawk with yo' bitch (Amir) I know they, huh, mad that I'm rich I can fuck yo' bae, but I'll pass, she not it I spent all my money, yeah, on fashion, lil' bitch Pull up with that Glock, that boy ran way too quick