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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
Love to spoil myself, I by myself
Rolex, Audemar, a Breitling
I near lost it all in the dice game
I kept my closed when the folks came
My name on in the streets, I'm talkin' propane
8 ENT, that's gang gang
I bet a nigga never my chain
tripple crossin', watch out for them chain snatchers
All money I got, I send them kidnappers
I'm all about a sack, I'm talkin'
Pack touch down, Bay Packers
Bitch I'm 'bout to blow, a dynamite
I'm doin' a hundred smashin', don't stop at that red
Black Amigo Scooter, yeah I'm 6 flexin'
I'm rich as hell, now mama ain't no more
Me and VL juggin', ride in the old Lexus
OG Cali kush, all I is pressure
They call me Jugg 'cause I'm a plug catcher
You broke boy, you movin' but an ounce or better
Thirty-five hundred on a sweater
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 bales in the
No nothin' a double but a triple cross
I take a off, I take another loss
Walk into my house, I got a pack
I'm a real hustler, yeah I myself a boss

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

diamonds in my teeth, pink codeine in my cup
Pink in my system, I got pink pills, what's up?
8, VL, that's my partner 'dem
Pull up in a V12, you interfere
Space coupes, oops, I made the world disappear
If you sellin' bales in the field show skills
a ticket for club face Richard Mille
Already had and drip, now I got spill
Lil Haiti right with me 'til infity
When we up on the opps don't show no sympathy
I just fucked a check up at the store, brrt,
I just blowed a on your ho, brrt, brrt
Chinchilla on the floor, brrt, brrt
And we that bread by the load, brrrt
Pucci for this raw sushi
Evel Knievel when she up the
She landed in from overseas (word)
Once I her it's double C's (Chanel-y her)
sprees, spent a hundred G's (oh God)
I got rich kids, my neck on (brrt brrt)
It's murder squad, they'll 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 strappin' birdies to my mommy
Yeah, (brrt brrt)

No nothin' beat a double but a cross
cross me, you get knocked off (whoa whoa)
We put dirty birds with the clean chickens (whoa whoa)
We put 'em all together, call it (whoa whoa)
It's Magic Monday, 'bout to fly in town (yeah)
I'll probably spend a soon as I touch down
(Your plug price too high, I'll shut him
I get a mil, I'm moving underground)