Chubby Jag - Amsterdam lyrics

Hey look I'm dying on the block it's like I'm stuck and my feet frozen The c**aine is what I keep cooking The rocks in my socks 'cause the crack head just keep smoking On my mama I got the streets open You tryin' to hit me you gonna miss me Try to get me n***a keep hoping You see them over doors reach open I got the pipe I'm like the sniper till I find it I'ma keep scoping I set the fire to the track these n***as be smoking Got them b**hes choosing, play me you n***as losing You nothing like me I'm sorry, shout out my n***a Ruby The lean got me with this slow shout out my n***as cruising I got them b**hes stripping till they got the n******gs grooving Trone got to turn it up then I'ma take it down I swear we off the lap tell that b**h don't make a sound These n***as funny and this b**h I got my trojan with me sponsored links Yep I'm like Achilles in this b**h Couple rich n***as around couple millis in this b**h Got my cali n******gs with me you know phillie in this b**h I know some n***as that ride but never see the wheels I know some n***as that cook but never see the meals It took a n***a long finally they see the sk**s Though I was told that I probably never see a deal Hand gun on the waist, I got the rifle clapping These b**hes fading like a concert with Michael Jackson On the top like we standing on the Eiffel laughing I be getting off the pounds there's no lipo action Chubby, know what it is holmes Tell 'em to crown me