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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, flex on all the
I'm in love with diamond chains, fuck a wedding
Love to spoil myself, I by myself
Rolex, Audemar, a Breitling
I near lost it all in the dice game
I kept my mouth when the folks came
My on fire in the streets, I'm talkin' propane
Section 8 ENT, that's gang
I bet a nigga never snatch my
That crossin', watch out for them chain snatchers
All this I got, I send them kidnappers
I'm all about a sack, I'm talkin'
touch down, Green Bay Packers
Bitch I'm 'bout to blow, like a
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 juggin', ride in the old Lexus
OG Cali kush, all I smoke is
call me Jugg King 'cause I'm a plug catcher
You boy, you ain't movin' but an ounce or better
Thirty-five hundred on a sweater
Don't hit the door if it ain't five or better
Twenty pounds or better, I'm a big
Real dope boy, I can wrap the in the leather
No nothin' beat a but a triple cross
I take a nigga off, I another loss
Walk into my house, I got a vault
I'm a hustler, yeah I made myself a boss

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

Pink in my teeth, pink codeine 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 made the disappear
If you sellin' bales in the field your skills
Half a ticket for club face Mille
Already had sauce and drip, now I got
Lil Haiti goons right with me 'til
When we roll up on the don't show no sympathy
I just fucked a up at the store, brrt, brrt
I blowed a check on your ho, brrt, brrt
draggin' on the floor, brrt, brrt
And we that bread by the load, brrrt
More Pucci for raw sushi
Evel when she up the speed
She landed in from overseas (word)
Once I her it's double C's (Chanel-y her)
sprees, spent a hundred G's (oh God)
I got kids, my neck on freeze (brrt brrt)
It's squad, they'll leave you in a freezer (brrt)
(I don't nothin', I got amnesia)
I go so hard, gotta let it a breather (hold up)
I'm strappin' to my mommy seaters
Yeah, (brrt brrt)

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