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Word on the street, they got a lil' hit out
Really run Atlanta, I can a nigga get out
If anything, I more 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 your whole gang down the road and you still

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

Skinny Amiris like I skate
We just fuck around, we don't
I straight 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
I took off, I ain't have no other option
I was too gone, now a nigga just pop
I was in Japan, buyin' and blowin' yen

Call overseas, tell youngins to spin again
I throw rocks and hide my hand 'cause I'm a man
cash in the book bag, I'm a big dog
Threw my shot at any nigga, bitch, I I'm Chris Paul
Sippin' all these meds, nigga be throwed off
I was head, fucked around and I dozed off
Rolls truck, crank it and let the nose out
I said, I went did it, boy, I'm the chosen child

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

Safe deposit on fleek
And my bank account, I don't it, I'ma get it out the

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

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

Kept it real and they be cappin', really you can't
I it all on bullets, niggas don't wanna beef
Got a D-boy swag, up SRT
I ain't playin' with nobody, nobody play with me
Got a driver for my car, he take me A to Z
Got some homies on the yard I probably'll see
If the money was the I promise they'd be free
They was sleepin' on me bad, fucked around, woke up
a
Switch it up, I went romantic, took my out to Greece
Every city that I go to, link up with the street
I'm too humble for 'em, guess that's why thinkin' I
was

Skinny Mike like I skate
We just around, we don't date
I went straight up there to Mars, so hate
And I got a lot of cars, all up to date
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 pop shit
I was in Japan, buyin' and blowin' yen