‎amount - Intellectual

[Intro]

(You lose)

[Chorus: kishin]

Yeah (Yeah), I been gone, but now I'm back (Back)

Feel like I can't do wrong, man, that shit deserve a plaque (Plaque)

And I'm too gone (Yeah), smoking on that hefty pack (Uh-huh)

All my bitches stay natty, but she still got hella back (Uh-huh)

I'm spending time, but I still got hella 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 hella 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 shit (No-oh)

But this shit 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 (Bag), and then get all mad (Mad)

I can't go out sad (Sad), I ain't built like that (Yeah-ah)

Fell in love with cash, that ho, she a gnat (Yeah)

Runnin' this shit way too long, ain't no going back, no

[Verse 2: veezuh]

(Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)

Yeah, oh, yo' bitch want a pic', yeah

Swear to God, we doin' porn, the way she do splits all up on my dick, ha

Ha, I swear to God, one day I'll be at the top

Don't know what I'm countin', but this shit a lot

I'm kicking that bitch out, she just a lil' thot

I [?] open, don't give it a thought

Yeah, hunnid bands on me

Off of the lean, bitch, I move like a zombie

I'm rockin' Chrome while you wearing that Tommy

I swear you can't match me, I'm just so iconic

Talkin' shit to me, bitch, you so ironic

Smoking that pack, bitch, I'm smoking on [?] (Collateral shot!)

I'm pourin' up purple, [?] tonic

You look like a clone, that boy think he demonic (Bye-bye)

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 shit was so ass, he dropping a sin (Now you're fucked)

Got to pray to God, I hope he atone it

You'll find the truth out in the end, I swear to God I'ma just have no opponents (Yes)

[Bridge: veezuh]

Yeah, I feel like the shit, I feel like the man, I feel like the muh' fuckin' kid

I can't read the time 'cause these racks on my wrist, and I know that's why these motherfuckers so pissed

I know why they hate me, I feel like I'm Chris (Fuck 'em)

Fuck the track up with no damn adlibs

Spyin' on me, but you don't got a bitch

And one of these days I'm finna get rich