Video Amp Freshman Cypher 2020 de Agent 00 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Agent 00 - Amp Freshman Cypher 2020 Lyrics

[Part I]

[Verse 1: ImDavisss]
AMP Cypher, 2020, we here
Hop on the beat, deliver my vision clear
They copy my flow and bars, I guess I make trends
Life full of lessons, the rest is just wins
Nineteen years old, cop my mom a Benz
Age age, million man, we just began
Youngin' straight out Atlanta, what can I say?
I bow my head and pray to God every single day
Thankful for all the blessings, bless me through the years
Tryna make my family proud, they cryin' real tears
Step back like 'Bron, guess I'm in my prime
Need a housе in the hills, I guess in due timе
Need that i8 in chrome, that shit is too shine
People cap in their verse, I stay true to mine
Aight, okay
Let me see what you spittin', Agent! Heh

[Verse 2: Agent 00]
Pools, faucets views, cop it
Chains, rocks, jewels, cop it
Forgis, Glocks, Tombs, cop it
It can be whatever, guys, at this point, just cop it
Make the money back, make the money back
Revenue strap, doin' backflips at the kickback
Your bitch fat and I get that
Well, what's the deal, man? Why the OnlyFans payin' 'bout six racks?
On a bad day, a really bad day
I mean a really really bad day, I'd probably still double that
And that's- that's my bad, I'm out of line here
Uh- you-you accept my apology?
A lot of bottles fears and battle gears
Immaculately tragic, because of a complicated way outta here
But I got a mission and it's never endin'
I'ma light the way so all the million of you can run the distance
[Interlude: Agent 00 & Fanum TV]
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Aw man, aw man
Long awaited, nah, let me stop playin', let me stop playin'
Deal it [?]

[Verse 3: Fanum TV]
I said, it's young Fanum, yeah, I got the cannon
If a nigga talk too much, I gotta blam him
I wonder where the hate come from, gotta be a dum-dum
Undercover some one, you one of my children
Is it the paper? The mula? The haters? The rumors?
The leaked nudes of me and your shorty in Kama Sutra?
I might just shoot ya, guns blazin', my lil' ruger
This not a blooper, in the Honda, I just maneuver (Skrrt)
Italian spot where they serve my fettuccine
Make sure my linguini super steamy and not too creamy
Toasty panini, couple of bites of tortellini
I'm feelin' dreamy, phone buzzin', she want to see me (Aw man)
On my way to the bitty, you know the vibe, bro
My drip is hydro, big waves up in my top, though
I'm in a Tahoe, big body Uber on time ho
While me and the driver talkin' bullshit, smokin' tobacco

[Part II]
[Intro: Chrisnxtdoor]
Well...

[Verse 4: Chrisnxtdoor]
Me and my niggas
Know we got that
They say "Why you 2HYPE?"
Bitch, I feel like I'm AMP-ed up
U.S. did us wrong
I can't stand for no anthem
I'm that nigga
Added in footage all on that camera, damn
All of my niggas been paid
Pussy - wet like a lake
Niggas want beef, so I serve 'em a steak
Hold up, let me get you a plate
Take your girl on a date
Now she tryna kick it every day
She give me face, Mary Kate
All of you niggas just hate

[Verse 5: Kai Cenat]
Bust down Rollie, avalanche
Yeah, my old bitch average
This my first time rappin', and
I might go retarded, shit
Bentley coupe, I'm dashin' it
Stand on my money, I'm tall as shit
Told 'em, "Don't you doubt the kid"
Told 'em, "Don't you doubt the kid"
I ran up thirty on thirty on thirty
When I'm in the streets, I stay too sturdy
2x2 Hellcat, go fast
4x4 Lamb' truck on the gas
I'm only eighteen with big dreams
Before eighteen, I seen things
Feelin' like a big champ with six rings
Or a bumblebee with six stings
[Verse 6: Duke Dennis]
Stop all the cappin', niggas ain't ever gon' catch me lackin'
Bad lil' bitch, beat the lil' ho back end
Stop for a minute, now I'm goin' back in it
If she ain't tryna fuck, tell that lil' ho "Pack it"
You ain't no boss, lil' bro stop actin'
D-block demon, you know that I'm 'bout it
Ninety percent of you niggas is west
So it's that's what you want, I'ma just let you have it
I'm from the corner where niggas be slangin' that dope, and
Where niggas be robbin' and trappin'
I gotta take care of my function
My mama, my brother, so that's why my paper is stackin'
But we ain't broke, we ain't go super smoke
Then you already know what the hell 'bout to happen
Play with the gang, then it's fuck all the fame
I'ma drop everything, I'ma show you I'm 'bout it