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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, fuck a ring
to spoil myself, I by myself everything
Rolex, Audemar, a Breitling
I near lost it all in the dice game
I kept my closed when the folks came
My name on fire in the streets, I'm propane
Section 8 ENT, gang gang
I bet a never snatch my chain
That tripple crossin', out for them chain snatchers
All money I got, I send them kidnappers
I'm all about a sack, I'm talkin'
Pack touch down, Green Bay
I'm 'bout to blow, like a dynamite
I'm a hundred smashin', don't stop at that red light
Amigo Scooter, yeah I'm Zone 6 flexin'
I'm rich as hell, now ain't no more stressin'
Me and VL Deck juggin', ride in the old
OG Cali kush, all I smoke is
They call me Jugg King I'm a plug catcher
You broke boy, you movin' but an ounce or better
hundred on a Louis sweater
Don't hit the door if it ain't bricks or better
Twenty or better, I'm a big bettor
Real dope boy, I can wrap the in the leather
No nothin' beat a double but a cross
I take a off, I take another loss
into my house, I got a pack vault
I'm a real hustler, yeah I made myself a

No beat a double but a triple cross
Double me, you get knocked 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)
plug price too high, I'll 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 'dem
up in a V12, you can't interfere
Space coupes, oops, I made the world disappear
If you bales in the field show your skills
Half a for club face Richard Mille
had sauce and drip, now I got spill
Lil Haiti goons right with me 'til
we roll up on the opps don't show no sympathy
I just a check up at the store, brrt, brrt
I just blowed a check on your ho, brrt,
Chinchilla on the floor, brrt, brrt
And we gettin' that bread by the load,
More Pucci for raw sushi
Evel when she up the speed
She landed in from overseas (word)
Once I expand her double C's (Chanel-y her)
Shop sprees, spent a G's (oh God)
I got kids, my neck on freeze (brrt brrt)
It's murder squad, they'll you in a freezer (brrt)
(I don't nothin', I got amnesia)
I go so hard, gotta let it take a (hold up)
I'm birdies to my mommy seaters
Yeah, (brrt brrt)

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