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Skrrt,

ATL Jacob, ATL
Shout out to the opps,
the cops, run up all the paper
Wintertime, drop the top, flex on all the
I'm in with diamond chains, fuck a wedding ring
to spoil myself, I by myself everything
Rolex, Audemar, fuck a
I damn near it all in the dice game
I kept my mouth closed 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 money I got, I send them kidnappers
I'm all a sack, I'm talkin' Urlacher
Pack touch down, Green Bay
I'm 'bout to blow, like a dynamite
I'm doin' a hundred smashin', don't stop at red light
Black Amigo Scooter, yeah I'm 6 flexin'
I'm rich as hell, now mama ain't no more
Me and VL Deck juggin', in the old Lexus
OG Cali kush, all I smoke is
They call me Jugg King 'cause I'm a catcher
You broke boy, you ain't movin' but an ounce or
hundred on a Louis sweater
Don't hit the door if it ain't five bricks or
Twenty or better, I'm a big bettor
Real boy, I can wrap the bales in the leather
No nothin' beat a double but a cross
I a nigga off, I take another 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 cross
Double 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)
Magic City Monday, 'bout to fly in town (yeah)
Your plug too high, I'll shut him down
I get a hundred mil, I'm underground

Pink diamonds in my teeth, codeine in my cup
Pink molly in my system, I got pink pills, up?
Section 8, VL, that's my partner
up in a V12, you can't interfere
Space coupes, oops, I just made the world
If you bales in the field show your skills
Half a ticket for face Richard Mille
had sauce and drip, now I got spill
Lil Haiti goons right with me infity
When we roll up on the opps show no sympathy
I fucked a check 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
Knievel when she up the speed
She just landed in overseas (word)
Once I 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 take a (hold up)
I'm strappin' to my mommy seaters
Yeah, (brrt brrt)

No nothin' a double but a triple cross
cross me, you get knocked off (whoa whoa)
We put them birds with the clean chickens (whoa whoa)
We put 'em all together, it remixing (whoa whoa)
It's Magic Monday, 'bout to fly in town (yeah)
I'll 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)