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Skrrt,

ATL Jacob, ATL
out to the opps, As-Salaam-Alaikum
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 damn near lost it all in the game
I my mouth closed when the folks came
My name on fire in the streets, I'm talkin'
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 a sack, I'm talkin' Urlacher
touch down, Green Bay Packers
Bitch I'm 'bout to blow, a dynamite
I'm a hundred smashin', don't stop at that red light
Amigo Scooter, yeah I'm Zone 6 flexin'
I'm rich as hell, now ain't no more stressin'
Me and VL Deck juggin', in the old Lexus
OG Cali kush, all I smoke is
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 ain't five bricks or
Twenty pounds or better, I'm a big
dope boy, I can wrap the bales in the leather
No nothin' beat a double but a triple
I a nigga off, I take another loss
into my house, I got a pack vault
I'm a real hustler, yeah I made myself a

No beat a double but a triple cross
Double me, you get knocked off (whoa whoa)
We put them dirty birds with the chickens (whoa whoa)
We put 'em all together, it remixing (whoa whoa)
It's 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 'dem
Pull up in a V12, you can't
Space coupes, oops, I just the world disappear
If you bales in the field show your skills
Half a ticket for club face Mille
had sauce and drip, now I got spill
Lil Haiti goons with me 'til infity
When we roll up on the don't show no sympathy
I just fucked a up at the store, brrt, brrt
I blowed a check on your ho, brrt, brrt
draggin' on the floor, brrt, brrt
And we gettin' bread by the load, brrrt
More for this raw sushi
Knievel when she up the speed
She just landed in from (word)
Once I expand her it's C's (Chanel-y her)
sprees, spent a hundred G's (oh God)
I got kids, my neck 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 birdies 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, call it (whoa whoa)
It's City Monday, 'bout to fly in town (yeah)
I'll probably spend a fifty soon as I down
(Your price too high, I'll shut him down
I get a hundred mil, I'm underground)