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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, on all the haters
I'm in love with diamond chains, fuck a ring
to spoil myself, I by myself everything
Rolex, Audemar, fuck a
I near lost it all in the dice game
I kept my mouth closed the folks came
My on fire in the streets, I'm talkin' propane
Section 8 ENT, that's gang
I bet a nigga never snatch my
That crossin', watch out for them chain snatchers
All this money I got, I send kidnappers
I'm all about a sack, I'm talkin'
touch down, Green Bay Packers
Bitch I'm 'bout to blow, a dynamite
I'm doin' a hundred smashin', don't stop at red light
Amigo Scooter, yeah I'm Zone 6 flexin'
I'm rich as hell, now mama no more stressin'
Me and VL Deck juggin', in the old Lexus
OG Cali kush, all I is pressure
They me Jugg King 'cause I'm a plug catcher
You broke boy, you ain't movin' but an or better
Thirty-five on a Louis sweater
Don't hit the if it ain't five bricks or better
Twenty or better, I'm a big bettor
dope boy, I can wrap the bales in the leather
No beat a double but a triple cross
I take a nigga off, I take another
Walk into my house, I got a pack
I'm a real hustler, yeah I made a boss

No nothin' beat a double but a cross
Double me, you get knocked off (whoa whoa)
We put dirty birds with the clean chickens (whoa whoa)
We put 'em all together, it remixing (whoa whoa)
It's Magic Monday, 'bout to fly in town (yeah)
Your plug price too high, I'll him down
I get a mil, I'm moving underground

Pink diamonds in my teeth, pink in my cup
molly in my system, I got pink pills, what's up?
Section 8, VL, my partner 'dem
Pull up in a V12, you can't
coupes, oops, I just made the world disappear
If you sellin' bales in the field show your
Half a ticket for club Richard Mille
had sauce and drip, now I got spill
Lil Haiti right with me 'til infity
we roll up on the opps don't show no sympathy
I just fucked a up at the store, brrt, brrt
I just a check on your ho, brrt, brrt
Chinchilla draggin' on the floor, brrt,
And we gettin' that by the load, brrrt
More for this raw sushi
Evel when she up the speed
She just landed in from (word)
Once I expand her double C's (Chanel-y her)
sprees, spent a hundred G's (oh God)
I got rich kids, my on freeze (brrt brrt)
It's murder squad, they'll leave you in a (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 nothin' beat a double but a 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 City Monday, to fly in town (yeah)
I'll probably spend a fifty soon as I down
(Your price too high, I'll shut him down
I get a hundred mil, I'm underground)