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Skrrt,

ATL Jacob, ATL
out to the opps, As-Salaam-Alaikum
Motherfuck the cops, run up all the
Wintertime, drop the top, flex on all the
I'm in love with chains, fuck a wedding ring
Love to spoil myself, I by everything
Rolex, Audemar, a Breitling
I damn near lost it all in the dice
I kept my closed when the folks came
My name on fire in the streets, I'm propane
Section 8 ENT, that's gang
I bet a nigga snatch my chain
That tripple crossin', out for them chain snatchers
All this money I got, I send them
I'm all about a sack, I'm Urlacher
touch down, Green Bay Packers
Bitch I'm to blow, like a dynamite
I'm doin' a hundred smashin', stop at that red light
Black Scooter, yeah I'm Zone 6 flexin'
I'm rich as hell, now mama no more stressin'
Me and VL juggin', ride 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 ain't five bricks or
pounds or better, I'm a big bettor
Real boy, I can wrap the bales in the leather
No beat 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 made a boss

No beat a double but a triple cross
Double cross me, you get 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 City Monday, 'bout to fly in (yeah)
Your plug too high, I'll shut him down
I get a hundred mil, I'm moving

diamonds in my teeth, pink 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 made the world disappear
If you sellin' bales in the field show skills
Half a ticket for club face Mille
had sauce and drip, now I got spill
Lil Haiti goons right me 'til infity
When we roll up on the opps don't no sympathy
I just a check up at the store, brrt, brrt
I blowed a check on your ho, brrt, brrt
Chinchilla on the floor, brrt, brrt
And we gettin' bread by the load, brrrt
More for this raw sushi
Evel Knievel when she up the
She just in from overseas (word)
I expand her it's double C's (Chanel-y her)
Shop sprees, spent a 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 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' a double 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, it remixing (whoa whoa)
It's Magic City Monday, to fly in town (yeah)
I'll probably spend a fifty as I touch down
(Your plug price too high, I'll shut him
I get a mil, I'm moving underground)