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Skrrt,

ATL Jacob, ATL
Shout out to the opps,
Motherfuck the cops, run up all the
Wintertime, drop the top, flex on all the
I'm in love with diamond chains, fuck a ring
Love to spoil myself, I by myself
Rolex, Audemar, a Breitling
I damn near lost it all in the dice
I kept my closed when the folks came
My name on fire in the streets, I'm propane
Section 8 ENT, that's gang
I bet a nigga never my chain
That crossin', watch out for them chain snatchers
All this money I got, I send 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 smashin', don't stop at that red light
Black Scooter, yeah I'm Zone 6 flexin'
I'm rich as hell, now ain't no more stressin'
Me and VL juggin', ride in the old Lexus
OG kush, all I smoke is pressure
call me Jugg King 'cause I'm a plug catcher
You broke boy, you movin' but an ounce or better
Thirty-five hundred on a Louis
Don't hit the door if it ain't bricks or better
pounds or better, I'm a big bettor
Real boy, I can wrap the bales in the leather
No beat a double but a triple cross
I take a nigga off, I take 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 triple
cross me, you get knocked off (whoa whoa)
We put them dirty with the clean chickens (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 mil, I'm moving underground

Pink diamonds in my teeth, codeine in my cup
Pink in my system, I got pink pills, what's up?
Section 8, VL, my partner 'dem
Pull up in a V12, you can't
Space coupes, oops, I just made the disappear
If you sellin' in the field show your skills
Half a ticket for face Richard Mille
Already had sauce and drip, now I got
Lil Haiti right with me 'til infity
When we roll up on the opps show no sympathy
I just a check up at the store, brrt, brrt
I just blowed a on your ho, brrt, brrt
draggin' on the floor, brrt, brrt
And we that bread by the load, brrrt
More for this raw sushi
Knievel when she up the speed
She just landed in overseas (word)
I expand her it's double C's (Chanel-y her)
Shop sprees, spent a G's (oh God)
I got rich kids, my on freeze (brrt brrt)
It's murder squad, 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 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 birds with the clean (whoa whoa)
We put 'em all together, it remixing (whoa whoa)
It's Magic City Monday, 'bout to fly in (yeah)
probably spend a fifty soon as I touch down
(Your plug too high, I'll shut him down
I get a hundred mil, I'm underground)