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ATL

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, fuck a
I damn near it all in the dice game
I my mouth closed when the folks came
My name on in the streets, I'm talkin' propane
Section 8 ENT, gang gang
I bet a never snatch my chain
That tripple crossin', watch out for chain snatchers
All money I got, I send them kidnappers
I'm all about a sack, I'm Urlacher
Pack down, Green Bay Packers
Bitch I'm 'bout to blow, like a
I'm doin' a hundred smashin', stop at that red light
Black Amigo Scooter, yeah I'm Zone 6
I'm as hell, now mama ain't no more stressin'
Me and VL Deck juggin', ride in the old
OG Cali kush, all I is pressure
call me Jugg King 'cause I'm a plug catcher
You broke boy, you ain't movin' but an ounce or
Thirty-five on a Louis sweater
Don't hit the door if it ain't five bricks or
Twenty pounds or better, I'm a big
dope boy, I can wrap the bales in the leather
No nothin' beat a double but a triple
I take a nigga off, I take another
Walk into my house, I got a vault
I'm a real hustler, yeah I myself a boss

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

Pink diamonds in my teeth, codeine in my cup
molly in my system, I got pink pills, what's up?
Section 8, VL, my partner 'dem
Pull up in a V12, you interfere
Space coupes, oops, I just made the world
If you sellin' bales in the field show your
a ticket for club face Richard Mille
Already had and drip, now I got spill
Lil Haiti goons with me 'til infity
When we roll up on the opps show no sympathy
I just fucked a up at the store, brrt, brrt
I just blowed a check on your ho, brrt,
Chinchilla on the floor, brrt, brrt
And we gettin' bread by the load, brrrt
More Pucci for this raw
Knievel when she up the speed
She landed in from overseas (word)
I expand her it's double C's (Chanel-y her)
Shop sprees, 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 birdies to my mommy seaters
Yeah, (brrt brrt)

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