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Skrrt,

ATL Jacob, ATL
out to the opps, As-Salaam-Alaikum
Motherfuck the cops, run up all the
Wintertime, drop the top, on all the haters
I'm in love with diamond chains, fuck a ring
Love to spoil myself, I by everything
Rolex, Audemar, fuck a
I near lost it all in the dice game
I kept my mouth closed when the folks
My name on in the streets, I'm talkin' propane
Section 8 ENT, that's gang
I bet a nigga snatch my chain
That tripple crossin', watch out for chain snatchers
All this I got, I send them kidnappers
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, I'm Zone 6 flexin'
I'm as hell, now mama ain't no more stressin'
Me and VL juggin', ride in the old Lexus
OG Cali kush, all I is pressure
They call me Jugg King 'cause I'm a plug
You broke boy, you movin' but an ounce or better
Thirty-five on a Louis sweater
Don't hit the door if it ain't bricks or better
Twenty or better, I'm a big bettor
Real dope boy, I can wrap the in the leather
No nothin' beat a double but a cross
I take a off, I take another loss
Walk my house, I got a pack vault
I'm a real hustler, yeah I made myself a

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

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

No nothin' beat a double but a triple
cross 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 Magic City Monday, to fly in town (yeah)
I'll probably spend a fifty soon as I down
(Your price too high, I'll shut him down
I get a mil, I'm moving underground)