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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 with chains, fuck a wedding ring
Love to myself, I by myself everything
Rolex, Audemar, a Breitling
I near lost it all in the dice game
I kept my mouth closed when the came
My on fire in the streets, I'm talkin' propane
8 ENT, that's gang gang
I bet a nigga snatch my chain
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'
Pack touch down, Green Bay
Bitch I'm to blow, like a dynamite
I'm doin' a hundred smashin', don't stop at red light
Black Amigo Scooter, yeah I'm Zone 6
I'm rich as hell, now mama ain't no stressin'
Me and VL juggin', ride in the old Lexus
OG Cali kush, all I is pressure
They call me Jugg King I'm a plug catcher
You broke boy, you ain't movin' but an ounce or
Thirty-five hundred on a 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 the bales in the leather
No nothin' beat a but a triple cross
I take a nigga off, I take another
Walk my house, I got a pack vault
I'm a real hustler, yeah I myself a boss

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, call it (whoa whoa)
It's Magic Monday, 'bout to fly in town (yeah)
plug price too high, I'll shut him down
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?
Section 8, VL, that's my 'dem
Pull up in a V12, you can't
Space coupes, oops, I just made the disappear
If you bales in the field show your skills
Half a ticket for club face Mille
Already had and drip, now I got spill
Lil Haiti goons right with me infity
When we up on the opps don't show no sympathy
I just fucked a up at the store, brrt, brrt
I just blowed a on your ho, brrt, brrt
Chinchilla on the floor, brrt, brrt
And we gettin' bread by the load, brrrt
More for this raw sushi
Evel when she up the speed
She just landed in from (word)
I expand her it's double C's (Chanel-y her)
Shop sprees, spent a G's (oh God)
I got kids, my neck on freeze (brrt brrt)
murder squad, they'll leave you in a freezer (brrt)
(I don't 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 beat a double but a triple cross
Double cross me, you get off (whoa whoa)
We put dirty birds with the clean chickens (whoa whoa)
We put 'em all together, call it (whoa whoa)
It's Magic Monday, 'bout to fly in town (yeah)
I'll probably spend a fifty soon as I touch
(Your price too high, I'll shut him down
I get a hundred mil, I'm underground)