Pinky Ringz Scotty ATL (Ft. Bun B & Mookie Jones)

[Verse 1 – Scotty ATL]
My Cadillac fucking ready, pinky rings up in the sky
Let em know I fucking live for em or I fucking die
Please pardon my excellence know it’s kinda petty but
The king is coming, I’m just tryna get him ready
Bout 1980 something back, don’t forget it
Tryna take over the streets like the crack epidemic
Get [?], tweakers and music junkies alike
Let’s try to work inside like an exercise bike
I’m pimping, not literally
Got no hoes on the track, but a nigga do feel like that
He was fly in grade school, nigga still like jack
Picture man took his still right quick, we taking over [?]

[Hook – Mookie Jones]
Who that boy, in that car
With that watch, on his arm
Counting cake right in your face
Like please don’t hate, all they say
Put your pinky rings up
Put your pinky rings up high
Put your pinky rings up
Put your pinky rings up high
Put your pinky rings up

[Verse 2 – Scotty ATL]
Put your pinky rings up
Keep them motherfuckers up high, then wave them hoes in the sky
Fire up a blunt, let a nigga get high
I defy gravity, nigga getting so fly
Whatchu talking bout, whatchu talking bout (whatchu talking bout)
Man I can’t fall [?]
I ain’t even got an Audemar, but I still feel flashy
Ashy to fucking classy, that’s the truth
Cool club, leave this shit [?] in the booth
Saving up, tryna put a hole in the roof
This is my reality, this is not a spoof
Don’t talk about nigga, give proof
I hear em saying