Hitmakers
ATL Jacob
ATL Jacob
Yeah, we serving shit just like trick or treat
Yeah, I'm blowing money, know they mad at me
Yeah, I'm set, I'm getting paper, I control the streets
Maybach umbrella, I can dodge the rain
Long live Mexico, long live the casings
Yeah, I gave you everything you want but you're not grateful
Can you talk to 'em
Yeah, he lined up, chop' made like Popeyes
Oh, oh, oh
Race to the money, yes, hurry
Send a text for mе, I don't gotta wear a dress
Say I run the papеr, I ain't nothing less
Hundred shots sitting window and watch him wreck
Yes
Yeah, SRT, you want a'vette
Yes
Yeah, bad accident, I crash it
Yeah
I ain't tripping, I don't need no baggy jeans
I wear the octagon wrist, my shit be shining
Get the money, I ain't got time to catch no case
I go insane, 730 hit your face
Yeah, she want war, do it central taste
Got my side ho in a bando, I ain't take shit
Nah
Yeah, we serving shit just like trick or treat
Yeah, I'm blowing money, know they mad at me
Yeah, I'm set, I'm getting paper, I control the streets
Maybach umbrella, I can dodge the rain
Long live Mexico, long live the casings
Yeah, I gave you everything you want but you're not grateful
Can you talk to 'em
Yeah, he lined up, chop' made like Popeyes
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, we serving shit just like trick or treat
Yeah, I'm blowing money, know they mad at me
Yeah, I'm set, I'm getting paper, I control the streets
Maybach umbrella, I can dodge the rain
Long live Mexico, long live the casings
Yeah, I gave you everything you want but you're not grateful
Can you talk to 'em
Yeah, he lined up, chop' made like Popeyes
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