[Intro: ATL Smook]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: ATL Smook]
Ice on my wrist cold as Minnesota
Stick on me and it's dirty like the soda
Fuck on her one time, act like I don't know her
Got too many bales, my plug is a grower
Them bands coming in the bottle, can't fold it
She say I'm that nigga, lil' baby, I know it
Za in my blunt, I swear it's too potent
These niggas be capping, I cannot condone it
Killing these niggas, show me an opponent
You got a jugg, you know that I'm on it
Beating the block late night to the morning
Don't want that bitch if that ho is too boring
Breaking the dash when I ride in that foreign
Go check the board, the whole gang scoring
I put that shit on, I get fly, I be soaring
On the phone with Ben Franklin, the convo important

[Verse 1: 10kDunkin]
Yeah, I'm on the phone
They like, "Which phone?"
I'ma pull up for them racks and get gone
I don't want the bad bitch then you know that bitch gone
Glock in my jeans, nigga, watch your tone
Part in my jeans, nigga, I ain't going
Finesse the lil' nigga and he ain't even know it
Got all these damn racks, nigga, I'm finna blow it
We gon' blow them racks for fun
We gon' spend them racks on guns
Stupid if he play with us
All these bands, I don't see no ones
Got all of these fashions, it's hot like the sun
I be sipping lean so I keep a pint
Don't play with shit like I ain't the one
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