Atm
We don't do checks
Nigga I want my cash on delivery
Truck finna park on the side
Opps wanna join us
We serving em pointers
The last nigga riding
got took for a ride
We all got blicky's
Gone up it in traffic
These niggas want static
Be shocked when they die
Ask where I'm at
But ain't coming outside
Bending for weeks
And they asking me why
Dez yo luh hoe
Nigga keep her from next to me
Scratch on my choppa
I think it got eczema
He sent a verse
But he weak
Issa extra fee
She make a scene
And she Gone have to exit
the premises
Hop out the back of the truck
Skeez on me
With a doubler cup
Niggas freezing
You gone up it or what
Capping nigga said he killa
Got hit up for nothing
Brand new deposit
Gone hit up that ATM
He a killa for real
Do not play with him
We wipe his nose
It's a cold on the day for him
We got sticks
It get bad
When we play Wit them
Pack on the way
Sit the back of the Double R
Catch a nut on a trip
Said I'm cumming far
We keep them blicky's
We don't like to run at all
Tap the switchy
Like what niggas running for
And I be keeping it G
Hard nigga
Know we repping the C
All the catchers
Said they charging a B
She a eata
Get a treat like a flee
New adida on her feet
She be thinking she me or sum
Keep it hip
She gone see how it be or sum
We be around with the stick
Like Afghanistan
Cut a check
And I call that boy Taliban
Nigga I want my cash on delivery
Truck finna park on the side
Opps wanna join us
We serving em pointers
The last nigga riding
got took for a ride
We all got blicky's
Gone up it in traffic
These niggas want static
Be shocked when they die
Ask where I'm at
But ain't coming outside
Bending for weeks
And they asking me why
Dez yo luh hoe
Nigga keep her from next to me
Scratch on my choppa
I think it got eczema
He sent a verse
But he weak
Issa extra fee
She make a scene
And she Gone have to exit
the premises
Hop out the back of the truck
Skeez on me
With a doubler cup
Niggas freezing
You gone up it or what
Capping nigga said he killa
Got hit up for nothing
Brand new deposit
Gone hit up that ATM
He a killa for real
Do not play with him
We wipe his nose
It's a cold on the day for him
We got sticks
It get bad
When we play Wit them
Pack on the way
Sit the back of the Double R
Catch a nut on a trip
Said I'm cumming far
We keep them blicky's
We don't like to run at all
Tap the switchy
Like what niggas running for
And I be keeping it G
Hard nigga
Know we repping the C
All the catchers
Said they charging a B
She a eata
Get a treat like a flee
New adida on her feet
She be thinking she me or sum
Keep it hip
She gone see how it be or sum
We be around with the stick
Like Afghanistan
Cut a check
And I call that boy Taliban
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Writer(s): Iyad Smith
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