Fuck around, parked the 'Vette and didn't even get back in it

ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

Redbone bitch, yeah, like Hi-Tech, yeah

How do I dress? Yeah, like my flesh, yeah

Soon as I roll up, put my doors up

Go'n head, pour up, roll a few O's up, let's go

Four by four, that tall shit, let's go

I jumped in the spot on a tall bitch, let's go

I told 'em to get out and bag that, let's go

I'm Frank Lucas and Mad Max, let's go

I'm high from yesterday

Put 'em on bean, yeah, put 'em on all the schemes, yeah

Put 'em on lean, yeah, they whippin' them new machines, yeah

By any means, yeah, we gotta clear out the scene, yeah

I just took an AK to a dinner date

I just put some VVs in a Richard face

And the presidential is a day-date

Hit 'em with that chopper first, Ray J

I'm a well known nuisance and my bitch bad

Pop one Perc', then you lean like kickstand

Skeleton AP, that's a wristband

All these niggas shaky, might as well dance

I don't trust him, we gon' dust him, that's some Taliban

Big foreign truck, it's lift up like an avalanche

I'll teach you how to finesse for some big bands

I got so many white bitches, Ku Klux Klan

I come with the pharmacy, come with the yopper, no harmin' me, no, no

Put a lil' hit on your head,

they comin' to get you, they slicin' your throat

Put a lil' bitch in the bed, we goin' digital, wipin' her nose

M.O.H., money over hoes

I got that H in front of the lil' boat

Got dog food and it's for the low

I'm with thoroughbred standin' at the store

In expensive threads, head to the floor

I know they talkin' shit 'cause they some hoes

You know them FN bullets go through doors

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I was too high for the brodie

You beat a body, get a Rollie

We don't entertain no police

I'm certified with my dodie

They would catch hell 'bout woadie

Got a bigger scale for the dodie

I done met friends in Dolce

We done met and chopped it up on some cool shit, uh

Only time my slime talk murder's on the cruise ships, uh

Got that cutter and it's longer than a pool stick, uh

Straight face, no dates, I'm a heavyweight

I ain't even gotta tell my dawgs to keep one in the chamber

Ready to take it off your shoulder, frustration and anger

Yeah, they get it, don't approach us, fuck bein' famous

Long as I got my...

Let's go

F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)

These bullets, they be goin' through doors

Drop low, get down on the floor

Young nigga, they gon' 'head and wipe your nose

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