Ambassel - J.I.D

Crystal

Uh look

I played the game

I missed the shot

I had the answers then forgot

I knew one day my **** will pop

Finesse phenomenomenom

Flexin I feel out and cut the check

Monop monopolize the set

But I put out and take a hit like I can die like any sec,

Born on the day of the dawn of the dead

I don’t see nothing but red

I gather the blankets the milk and the bread

I come from the east but I’m traveling west

Got a machete I chop and I chap at the neck of the serpent

Determined to plot and the threats

It ain’t no stopping the run

Poppin son of God dropping anybody who Next,

I want a mansion I want a million advances

I’m gonna stay in Atlanta most of them move to LA throw all of their money away

And move back with their parents

I see the canvas

I got the brush in my hand the colors are mixing again

Grabbing a stick with my hand

I drop my guts the world is as Oh what

Who wanna touch

Who wanna rough me up

Nobody my hittaz ready to bust kick in the door and I come out the cut (what,

yeah)

Who wanna touch

Who wanna rough me up

Nobody my hittaz ready to bust do what I do and I say what I want (huh)

Yeah mama yo kid in a magazine

Kid in a magazine

I had a stack in my jacket at Grammy week

See the audacity

I was a bad kid

Bay City you see the duality who trying to battle me,

Hittaz Is after me

Cannot be that many

Who wanna rough me up

Fatality really its up is stuck

Undoubtably baby don’t touch the bucks

My salary double your baby daddy

Maybe Triple and Trouble I’ll get the tackle and the pick and

I hustle had to have it

Had to get in the huddle

In the gravel and rubble

Got me a sack and I’m trying to be subtle

We just actin like a dog with a muzzle

Seat it back or put em back in a puddle

We attacking better stand back and watch run

Shotgun come with the option

Send big blitz nobody blocking

Big win that’s a ring in a watch strong end when he

When he comes in the slot trying to bend corner

Your limbs gettin **** that’s your partner

The twin getting ****

All you wanna do is talk I don’t even talk

Thought I heard somebody talking

I could pull up with that Chewbacca, the ****

Banging my fist and my head on the locker

Feeling like Waka Flocka Flame I put the opposition out the game

I’m out of pocket but I’ll rock with the gang

Animosity reside inside of me so I’m like a product of power in pain

Who wanna touch, who wanna rough me up

Nobody my hittaz ready to bust kick in the door and I come out the cut

Who wanna touch, who wanna rough me up

Nobody my hittaz ready to bust kick in the door and I come out the cut