Amaru Son, XVXPARIS - SSJ2 lyrics

Damn Kyle, you goin' off ooh, Amaru

I catch 'em talkin' out they neck
Oh, I can that they love doubting me
And treat me like somebody that
Just hit the damn lottery
I should've known they not used to this
'cause I've always been a G
And niggas wanna see me down bad
But they my prodigy
I can't believe this really what they used to
Can't even catch a damn clue
That's why they always looking
Like a damn fool i told you
They really hate on me, just like I'm Goku
I'm goin' super saiyan times two
On they whole crew

Okay, now back it up
You really might be acting up
I'm tryna tell you something
You won't listen
I can tell you might've had enough
These VVS on my neck and wrist, oh yes
They glam again
And then shawty looking by my side
Then building back the damages
I'll never be one and then
They only wanting me
They love to take my style and call it
Theirs but that's just one of three
That's why they girls so bubbly
'cause I'm the one they wanna see
Not you, be cool
'cause I'm the one you say you
Really hate but also wanna be
They tell me always be cautious
I feel exhausted by moving this way
I know there's better options
I'm going crazy 'round the world
I'm the next Sonic
Quit saying you a real one, it's a bit ironic

I catch 'em talkin' out they neck
Oh, I can that they love doubting me
And treat me like somebody that
Just hit the damn lottery
I should've known they not used to this
'cause I've always been a G
And niggas wanna see me down bad
But they my prodigy
I can't believe this really what they used to
Can't even catch a damn clue
That's why they always looking
Like a damn fool i told you
They really hate on me, just like I'm Goku
I'm goin' super saiyan times two
On they whole crew

Bands up, hundred bands up in her face (Woah)
Take off for ransom
While she don't love me the same (Woah)
Don't know what I'm tripping for
(For) , they say it's clinical (Oh no)
He gon' need a miracle
Hollow tips hit your dome (yeah)
Hit, hit, hit (yeah)
Numbers gettin' count up, I don't miss, miss
Miss yeah, four hours with me
Hoes get tripped, tripped, tripped
(yeah)
If he gon' shoot it up for a real, real, real
(yeah, no) with a bust down lil' bitch, I'ma
Bust down this lil' Patek, yeah
Shooting like John Wick, let me
Know who want the static, yeah
Opps goin' out bad
Now we goin' up like an attic
Take a look at me now, old ones
They say "What happened?"

I catch 'em talkin' out they neck
Oh, I can that they love doubting me
And treat me like somebody that
Just hit the damn lottery
I should've known they not used to this
'cause I've always been a G
And niggas wanna see me down bad
But they my prodigy
I can't believe this really what they used to
Can't even catch a damn clue
That's why they always looking
Like a damn fool i told you
They really hate on me, just like I'm Goku
I'm goin' super saiyan times two
On they whole crew