Lil Yachty - AMBER ROSE lyrics

I can cuff that bitch until she do better
Sendin’ messages to my home
Like a school letter
Six thousand dollar try come peel
It that’s cool leather
If you knew better, you’d do better, baby
Can’t get caught lackin’ don’t
Go outside bein’ lazy
Too many niggas dyin’ in my field, I can’t go
My bitch too bald
She slut watchin’ like Amber Rose

Yeah, I’m that nigga for real
Never forget where I came from still
Never forget when my bitch made bail
Never forget when we gave them hell
Never forget, used to scam hotels
We used to love when the mailman came
Hidin’ my face, Chanel man frames
Flex young Boat, put ya moms in a Range
After that she wanna sang
After that, all of the bitches was changed
After that spent sixty K on a chain
After that teachers was givin’ me
Brain, brain, brain, brain, brain, brain
In the back of the back we was wildin’
Insane out in London these bitches
Is all gettin’ trained
Spend racks on the dog and
He never was trained
That’s why I gave it away
Used to give love to my bitch in the Bay
Now my bitch come from New York to the A’
I gotta whole lotta’ shit to say
Keep my clothes, real matter
I never listen to rap niggas chatter
Diamonds they yellow, like releasing
The bladder, yeah, yeah

I can cuff that bitch until she do better
Sendin’ messages to my home
Like a school letter
Six thousand dollar try come peel
It that’s cool leather
If you knew better, you’d do better, baby
Can’t get caught lackin’ don’t
Go outside bein’ lazy
Too many niggas dyin’ in my field, I can’t go
My bitch too bald
She slut watchin’ like Amber Rose
What if you gettin’ your lil weak ass
Lil hoe fucked? You’ll never know

Yeah, me and the guys is everywhere
F&N plastic, like tubaware, mhm
I got a mink on in February
Forgiatos is like silverware, awho
I got a bitch out in Delaware
She gon’ pull up if I send her there
My bitch the boo
Got the funds to get her there
She gon’ pull up with the funs’
An getcha’ there she gon’ fuck anywhere
She gon’ fuck him, him
Him and him and him cause it’s us
I rather give her an eight than a bus
Cause xans is burnt, and we gettin’ turnt
Busy bee, be actin’ high quality
Livin’ with bricks
They needa’ stop all the frontin’
I own the club cause bitches be
Tryin’ hop in the section
I’m not with the hunchin’
I stack them hundreds as tall as a munchkin’
We got them sacks, just call us the lunch man
Sendin’ them here, sellin’ them packs
Sellin’ them packs, sellin’ them gone
We got the thrax, all in your lungs
Might hang all my plaques
Next door in my home
What do you mean? Next door in your home?
Next door is my home, like Karl Malone

I can cuff that bitch until she do better
(I’m ballin’) sendin’ messages to my home
Like a school letter (yeah)
Six thousand dollar try come peel
It that’s cool leather (Oh wow)
If you knew better, you’d do better, baby
(Bee-beep) can’t get caught lackin’ don’t
Go outside bein’ lazy (Creek)
Too many niggas dyin’ in my field, I can’t go
(I’m gone) my bitch too bald
She slut watchin’ like Amber Rose
What if you gettin’ your lil weak ass
Lil hoe fucked? You’ll never know

It’s us