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Skrrt,

ATL Jacob, ATL
out to the opps, As-Salaam-Alaikum
Motherfuck the cops, run up all the
Wintertime, the top, flex on all the haters
I'm in love diamond chains, fuck a wedding ring
Love to spoil myself, I by everything
Rolex, Audemar, fuck a
I damn lost it all in the dice game
I kept my mouth closed when the came
My name on fire in the streets, I'm talkin'
Section 8 ENT, that's gang
I bet a nigga never snatch my
tripple crossin', watch out for them chain snatchers
All this money I got, I send them
I'm all a sack, I'm talkin' Urlacher
Pack touch down, Green Bay
I'm 'bout to blow, like a dynamite
I'm doin' a hundred smashin', don't at that red light
Black Amigo Scooter, yeah I'm Zone 6
I'm rich as hell, now mama ain't no more
Me and VL Deck juggin', ride in the old
OG kush, all I smoke is pressure
They me Jugg King 'cause I'm a plug catcher
You broke boy, you ain't movin' but an ounce or
hundred on a Louis sweater
Don't hit the door if it ain't five bricks or
Twenty or better, I'm a big bettor
Real dope boy, I can the bales in the leather
No beat a double but a triple cross
I take a nigga off, I take loss
Walk into my house, I got a vault
I'm a real hustler, yeah I made a boss

No nothin' a double but a triple cross
Double me, you get knocked off (whoa whoa)
We put them dirty birds the clean chickens (whoa whoa)
We put 'em all together, call it (whoa whoa)
It's Magic City Monday, 'bout to fly in (yeah)
Your plug price too high, shut him down
I get a hundred mil, I'm underground

Pink diamonds in my teeth, pink in my cup
Pink molly in my system, I got pills, what's up?
8, VL, that's my partner 'dem
Pull up in a V12, you interfere
Space coupes, oops, I just the world disappear
If you sellin' bales in the field your skills
Half a ticket for club face Richard
Already had and drip, now I got spill
Lil goons right with me 'til infity
When we roll up on the don't show no sympathy
I fucked a check up at the store, brrt, brrt
I blowed a check on your ho, brrt, brrt
draggin' on the floor, brrt, brrt
And we gettin' that bread by the load,
Pucci for this raw sushi
Evel Knievel when she up the
She landed in from overseas (word)
Once I expand her it's C's (Chanel-y her)
sprees, spent a hundred G's (oh God)
I got rich kids, my neck on (brrt brrt)
It's murder squad, leave you in a freezer (brrt)
(I remember nothin', I got amnesia)
I go so hard, let it take a breather (hold up)
I'm strappin' birdies to my mommy
Yeah, (brrt brrt)

No nothin' beat a double but a cross
Double me, you get knocked off (whoa whoa)
We put them dirty birds with the clean (whoa whoa)
We put 'em all together, it remixing (whoa whoa)
It's City Monday, 'bout to fly in town (yeah)
I'll probably spend a fifty soon as I touch
(Your plug price too high, I'll shut him
I get a hundred mil, I'm underground)