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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 diamond chains, a wedding ring
Love to spoil myself, I by myself
Rolex, Audemar, a Breitling
I damn near lost it all in the game
I kept my mouth closed the folks came
My name on in the streets, I'm talkin' propane
8 ENT, that's gang gang
I bet a nigga snatch my chain
That crossin', watch out for them chain snatchers
All this money I got, I them kidnappers
I'm all a sack, I'm talkin' Urlacher
touch down, Green Bay Packers
Bitch I'm 'bout to blow, like a
I'm doin' a hundred smashin', don't stop at that red
Black Amigo Scooter, yeah I'm Zone 6
I'm rich as hell, now mama ain't no stressin'
Me and VL Deck juggin', in the old Lexus
OG kush, all I smoke is pressure
They me Jugg King 'cause I'm a plug catcher
You boy, you ain't movin' but an ounce or better
Thirty-five hundred on a Louis
Don't hit the if it ain't five bricks or better
pounds or better, I'm a big bettor
Real boy, I can wrap the bales in the leather
No nothin' a double but a triple cross
I take a nigga off, I take loss
Walk into my house, I got a vault
I'm a real hustler, yeah I made myself a

No nothin' beat a 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, call it (whoa whoa)
It's Magic Monday, 'bout to fly in town (yeah)
Your plug price too high, shut him down
I get a hundred mil, I'm underground

Pink diamonds in my teeth, pink in my cup
molly in my system, I got pink pills, what's up?
Section 8, VL, that's my partner
Pull up in a V12, you can't
Space coupes, oops, I just made the disappear
If you sellin' in the field show your skills
Half a ticket for club face 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 no sympathy
I fucked a check up at the store, brrt, brrt
I blowed a check on your ho, brrt, brrt
Chinchilla draggin' on the floor, brrt,
And we gettin' that bread by the load,
More Pucci for this raw
Evel when she up the speed
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 rich kids, my 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 a breather (hold up)
I'm strappin' birdies to my seaters
Yeah, (brrt brrt)

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