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Word on the street, got a lil' bitty 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 shoot and (Nah)
Glock-19 unfold and it out
Double R the door when I get out
Clutchin' on my fans, had to lil' bro to chill out
How the fuck your 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
Know a mad, he can't even put a hit out
Middle of the winter, drop top with a on
Bad vibe, yeah, she say that's her theme song
I made a whole million dollars off a flip phone
No Soulja Boy, that ain't even have a ringtone

Skinny Mike Amiris I skate
We fuck around, we don't date
I straight up there to Mars, so they 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 have no option
I was too gone, now a just pop shit
I was in Japan, buyin' drip and yen

Call overseas, tell them to spin again
I don't throw 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 meds, nigga gotta be throwed off
I was gettin' head, fucked around and I off
Rolls Royce truck, it and let the nose out
Everything I said, I did it, boy, I'm the chosen child

Skinny Mike like I skate
We just fuck around, we 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
Then I took off, I have no other option
I was too gone, now a nigga pop shit
I was in Japan, buyin' and blowin' yen

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

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

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

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

Skinny Mike Amiris like I
We just fuck around, we 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 off, I ain't have no other option
I was too gone, now a nigga pop shit
I was in Japan, drip and blowin' yen