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Skrrt,

ATL Jacob, ATL
Shout out to the opps,
the cops, run up all the paper
Wintertime, drop the top, on all the haters
I'm in with diamond chains, fuck a wedding ring
to spoil myself, I by myself everything
Rolex, Audemar, a Breitling
I damn near lost it all in the game
I kept my mouth when the folks came
My name on fire in the streets, I'm propane
Section 8 ENT, that's gang
I bet a never snatch my chain
That tripple crossin', watch out for them snatchers
All this I got, I send them kidnappers
I'm all about a sack, I'm talkin'
Pack touch down, Green Bay
I'm 'bout to blow, like a dynamite
I'm doin' a smashin', don't stop at that red light
Amigo Scooter, yeah I'm Zone 6 flexin'
I'm rich as hell, now mama ain't no stressin'
Me and VL Deck juggin', ride in the old
OG kush, all I smoke is pressure
They call me King 'cause I'm a plug catcher
You broke boy, you ain't but an ounce or better
Thirty-five hundred on a Louis
Don't hit the door if it five bricks or better
Twenty or better, I'm a big bettor
Real dope boy, I can wrap the in the leather
No nothin' beat a double but a triple
I a nigga off, I take another loss
Walk into my house, I got a vault
I'm a real hustler, yeah I made myself a

No nothin' beat a double but a cross
Double 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 City Monday, 'bout to fly in town (yeah)
Your plug price too high, I'll shut him
I get a mil, I'm moving underground

diamonds in my teeth, pink 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 can't
Space coupes, oops, I just the world disappear
If you sellin' bales in the show your skills
Half a ticket for face Richard Mille
Already had and drip, now I got spill
Lil Haiti goons right with me 'til
When we roll up on the opps don't show no
I just fucked a up at the store, brrt, brrt
I just blowed a check on your ho, brrt,
Chinchilla draggin' on the floor, brrt,
And we that bread by the load, brrrt
Pucci for this raw sushi
Evel when she up the speed
She just landed in 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 on freeze (brrt brrt)
murder squad, they'll leave you in a freezer (brrt)
(I remember 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
cross me, you get knocked off (whoa whoa)
We put them dirty 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 soon as I touch down
(Your plug price too high, I'll him down
I get a hundred mil, I'm underground)