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Word on the street, they got a lil' hit out
Really run Atlanta, I can make a get out
If anything, I have respect for you bitches
Nigga, you a bitch, we don't and miss (Nah)
Glock-19 unfold and it out
R underneath the door when I get out
Clutchin' on my fans, had to lil' bro to chill out
How the fuck your whole gang down the road and you

Undercover rat, nigga, you a sellout
Every show I get either or it sell out
I been ballin' hard, you on the bench, you sit out
Know a mad, he can't even put a hit out
of the winter, drop top with a mink on
Bad lil' vibe, yeah, she say that's her song
I done made a whole million dollars off a phone
No Soulja Boy, bitch ain't even have a ringtone

Skinny Mike like I skate
We just fuck around, we date
I went straight up there to Mars, so hate
And I got a lot of cars, they all up to
I was at the bottom, literally I was in
I took off, I ain't have no other option
I was too gone, now a nigga pop shit
I was in Japan, buyin' drip and yen

Call overseas, tell them youngins to spin
I don't rocks and hide my hand 'cause I'm a man
Million cash in the bag, I'm a big dog
my shot at any nigga, bitch, I think I'm Chris Paul
Sippin' all these meds, nigga gotta be off
I was gettin' head, around and I dozed off
Royce truck, crank it and let the nose out
Everything I said, I went did it, boy, I'm the chosen

Skinny Mike Amiris I skate
We just fuck around, we don't
I went straight up there to Mars, so hate
And I got a lot of cars, they all up to
I was at the bottom, I was boxed in
Then I took off, I ain't have no option
I was too gone, now a nigga just pop
I was in Japan, buyin' drip and yen

Safe deposit on fleek
And my bank account, I touch it, I'ma get it out the

Got your vibe all on my drip, she say you
And she know I'm money, buy her titties, ass, and

Catchin' three flights every day, the time I get some

Kept it real and be cappin', really you can't compete
I spend it all on bullets, niggas don't wanna
Got a swag, pull up SRT
I ain't playin' nobody, nobody gon' play with me
Got a for my car, he take me from A to Z
Got some homies on the I probably'll never see
If the money was the issue I promise be free
They was sleepin' on me bad, fucked around, woke up
a
it up, I went romantic, took my shawty out to Greece
Every city that I go to, gotta up with the street
I'm too humble for 'em, that's why they thinkin' I
was

Skinny Amiris like I skate
We just fuck around, we don't
I went up there to Mars, so they hate
And I got a lot of cars, they all up to
I was at the bottom, literally I was in
Then I took off, I ain't no other option
I was too gone, now a nigga just pop
I was in Japan, buyin' and blowin' yen