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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 diamond chains, fuck a wedding
Love to spoil myself, I by everything
Rolex, Audemar, fuck a
I damn near lost it all in the 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 never snatch my chain
tripple crossin', watch out for them chain snatchers
All this I got, I send them kidnappers
I'm all a sack, I'm talkin' Urlacher
touch down, Green Bay Packers
Bitch I'm 'bout to blow, a dynamite
I'm doin' a hundred smashin', don't stop at red light
Amigo Scooter, yeah I'm Zone 6 flexin'
I'm rich as hell, now mama no more stressin'
Me and VL Deck juggin', in the old Lexus
OG Cali kush, all I smoke is
They me Jugg King 'cause I'm a plug catcher
You broke boy, you ain't movin' but an or better
hundred on a Louis sweater
Don't hit the door if it five bricks or better
pounds or better, I'm a big bettor
Real dope boy, I can wrap the 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, 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 birds 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, I'll him down
I get a hundred mil, I'm moving

Pink diamonds in my teeth, codeine in my cup
Pink molly in my system, I got pink pills, up?
Section 8, VL, my partner 'dem
Pull up in a V12, you interfere
coupes, oops, I just made the world disappear
If you bales in the field show your skills
Half a ticket for club face Mille
Already had sauce and drip, now I got
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 ho, brrt, brrt
draggin' on the floor, brrt, brrt
And we gettin' that bread by the load,
More for this raw sushi
Evel Knievel she up the speed
She just landed in from (word)
Once I her it's double C's (Chanel-y her)
Shop sprees, 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 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 City Monday, 'bout to fly in (yeah)
I'll probably spend a fifty soon as I down
(Your plug price too high, I'll shut him
I get a mil, I'm moving underground)