[Chorus: ATL Smook]
I'm riding for my partner, you know that's right or wrong
Pull up in a two-door coupe, paint job two-tone
Rick Owens jeans and you know my hearts, they Chrome
You ain't with the gang, lil' n***a, you can't get a song
Know it's money to be made when the plug hit my phone
N***as writing statements over here, they ain't what we on
I'm smoking on za, you know my blunt so strong
N***a say he real right, but I know that he dead wrong

[Verse 1: ATL Smook]
Yeah, keep me a cup times two
First gun was a deuce deuce
With the gang, alley-oop with the swoop
Go Need For Speed in the coupe
I was down bad with no loot
Young n***a had to hop off the stoop, yeah
Too many plugs in my phone
It's been three days, I still ain't been home
I beat that pack 'til it's gone
Swerve two-door like a coupe
Pimp shit, rocking mink coat
Your bitches gon' flock where go

[Chorus: ATL Smook]
I'm riding for my partner, you know that's right or wrong
Pull up in a two-door coupe, paint job two-tone
Rick Owens jeans and you know my hearts, they Chrome
You ain't with the gang, lil' n***a, you can't get a song
Know it's money to be made when the plug hit my phone
N***as writing statements over here, they ain't what we on
I'm smoking on za, you know my blunt so strong
N***a say he real right, but I know that he dead wrong
[Verse 2: 10kDunkin]
Ayy, ayy
I'm counting these dead hundreds [?]
Me and fuck n***as don't get along
Pull up in all-blacks, you know what I'm on
I step on the gas, you gon' watch me get gone
Can't go back and forth, n***a, this ain't ping pong
I used to be broke 'til this money got long
I'ma ride for the gang, I don't care if they wrong
Posted with that chopper, it get real
Might pop at your partner, I don't care how you feel
I'm popping these Percs, I don't care how you feel
Stop blowing my phone, I told her just chill
I'm fucking your bitch [?]
No deal if it ain't real
I ain't signing for fifty 'cause I need a mil'

[Chorus: ATL Smook]
I'm riding for my partner, you know that's right or wrong
Pull up in a two-door coupe, paint job two-tone
Rick Owens jeans and you know my hearts, they Chrome
You ain't with the gang, lil' n***a, you can't get a song
Know it's money to be made when the plug hit my phone
N***as writing statements over here, they ain't what we on
I'm smoking on za, you know my blunt so strong
N***a say he real right, but I know that he dead wrong