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

[Chorus: ATL Smook]
Two chains on my neck like I'm Tity Boi
Pull up, take over your city, boy
Play for keeps, don't show no pity, boy
Try to [?]
Pull the stick and I air that bitch out
Oh, that's your bitch? Well, I'm taking her down
I used to be lost, then that money, I found
All this water on me, a young n***a might drown
Pull up [?] I got skrrt
I sprint to the check and I'm coming in first
I'm killing this beat, put this song in a hearse
He wanna diss, we gon' do him the worst
I put my boots on, I got [?]
VVS diamonds, they dance on my shirt
I'm a rude boy, yeah, she say I'm a jerk
Go hard in the field, yeah, I fuck up the turf

[Verse 1: ATL Smook]
Finesse him, yeah, I sell that lil' boy a dream
In love with the mud, give the codeine a ring
[?] I got too many tings
If I go broke, mask up like Halloween
Might go to rehab 'cause I'm a cash fiend
Package just touched down, the doorbell just ring
My hundreds, they blue, and my fifties, they pink
Got gas in my blunt and you know that it stink
I got more stripes than a flag
I got more troops than Fort Brad
I got more cheese than a rat
That's your bitch, she call me dad
I got some pints in the stash
I got some drip out at Saks
Yeah, I get sharp as an axe
I leave that boy in the past
[Chorus: ATL Smook]
Two chains on my neck like I'm Tity Boi
Pull up, take over your city, boy
Play for keeps, don't show no pity, boy
Try to [?]
Pull the stick and I air that bitch out
Oh, that's your bitch? Well, I'm taking her down
I used to be lost, then that money, I found
All this water on me, a young n***a might drown
Pull up [?] I got skrrt
I sprint to the check and I'm coming in first
I'm killing this beat, put this song in a hearse
He wanna diss, we gon' do him the worst
I put my boots on, I got [?]
VVS diamonds, they dance on my shirt
I'm a rude boy, yeah, she say I'm a jerk
Go hard in the field, yeah, I fuck up the turf

[Verse 2: 10kDunkin]
Go hard in the field, this shit can get real
I been on my phone finessing all year
We stay with them Glocks, got a Glock right here
And when you see me, know the gang right here
My hundreds be blue, my hundreds be green
I pull out that fire, it got a green beam
Look me in my eyes, still don't know what I seen
It's some nights in my past, you don't know what I seen
Designer my eye, you can't see how I see
Can't sit at our table, no, there ain't no seats
I'm high as hell, I need to take a seat
Get the drip now the hundreds blue like the sea
Just hotboxed the whip now I can't see
On carbon I'm smoking, swear I can't breathe
Just picked up the money now I'm finna leave
[Chorus: ATL Smook]
Two chains on my neck like I'm Tity Boi
Pull up, take over your city, boy
Play for keeps, don't show no pity, boy
Try to [?]
Pull the stick and I air that bitch out
Oh, that's your bitch? Well, I'm taking her down
I used to be lost, then that money, I found
All this water on me, a young n***a might drown
Pull up [?] I got skrrt
I sprint to the check and I'm coming in first
I'm killing this beat, put this song in a hearse
He wanna diss, we gon' do him the worst
I put my boots on, I got [?]
VVS diamonds, they dance on my shirt
I'm a rude boy, yeah, she say I'm a jerk
Go hard in the field, yeah, I fuck up the turf