Atm

Ha, yeah, yeah, aye

I'm like "boy fuck what you heard"
Yeah, 'cause none of this shit be cheap
Yeah lil' ho on like a ATM
The way this cash on me
Yeah, stack that money too tall, yeah
Stack that money six feet
I'm in the Trackhawk Jeep with a Kapital
Fleece and the racks on me
I don't do rappin' for free, he want him
A verse I'ma tax him a fee, yeah
He don't get money, no, no
That boy he broke like a joke
His ho a goat with the throat
I get the cash then I go yeah okay
That boy he broke but I'm not one of them
Yeah I'm with my twin, with my synonym
Mula got the trap jumpin' out the gym, yeah
These niggas they be hoes
Yeah what got into them
Yeah, what got up in 'em
Undercover denim, huh what I got up in it
Its a Glock, get it
2021, Redeye windows tinted
Bitch I knew was the shit, yeah
Since I was a jit
When I turn 21 I'ma go cop hella mo' sticks
Yeah, these niggas ain't know
Who we are, yeah
That's how deep this shit get
Yeah, he say she sippin' patrone
Then she eat the dick (Hah, yeah)

I told twin when I sign first thing
I'ma cop nigga is a Maybach, yeah
Racks on racks on top of racks, I get it
I swear that they mad
Yeah, he do not get no cash, yeah
That niggas bad i took a OP nigga
Now I'm high then a bitch and I can't land
And I'm with asian twin
We don't pop no xan
And then we fly to Japan
Nigga Free Will, yeah, they knew it was us
Then send a lil' shots at his man
He got a stick and you know I'm gon' buss'
Better hope his shit don't jam, yeah
And I put this ho on cam, huh
Put this ho on film, yeah
My life like a film ball above the rim
Yeah my bitch, she bad
Yeah that bitch just broke my scale
That boy tried to phew
Then we send his ass to hell yeah, ha
Why you worried 'bout me
I'm not worried 'bout you
Stay true to the game, 'cause
Yeah I stick and yeah, I stick and move
Got hoes by the yeah, my hoes come in two
Got hoes by the four
That lil' nigga ain't get
No money, he lied, yeah of course

That lil' nigga, he lied
That nigga ain't gettin' money, okay
Yeah that nigga he ha