"ATM" lyrics
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
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
