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

No nothin' beat a but a triple 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)
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 moving

Pink in my teeth, pink codeine in my cup
Pink in my system, I got pink pills, what's up?
Section 8, VL, that's my 'dem
Pull up in a V12, you interfere
Space coupes, oops, I just 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 goons right with me 'til infity
When we up on the opps don't show 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 that bread by the load, brrrt
More Pucci for raw sushi
Evel Knievel 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 neck on (brrt brrt)
It's murder squad, leave you in a freezer (brrt)
(I remember 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 triple
cross me, you get knocked off (whoa whoa)
We put them dirty birds 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 a fifty soon as I touch down
(Your price too high, I'll shut him down
I get a hundred mil, I'm underground)