[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 n***a, lil' baby, I know it
Za in my blunt, I swear it's too potent
These n***as be capping, I cannot condone it
Killing these n***as, 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, n***a, watch your tone
Part in my jeans, n***a, I ain't going
Finesse the lil' n***a and he ain't even know it
Got all these damn racks, n***a, 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
[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 n***a, lil' baby, I know it
Za in my blunt, I swear it's too potent
These n***as be capping, I cannot condone it
Killing these n***as, 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 2: 645AR]
Four bands on a mink coat
Chanel bag with some dead folks
They counted me out but I'm in
Win, win, and I did it again
See n***as fall off but I am not him
Put me in the game, my arm above the rim
We some n***as that love to sin
You not street, you ain't gotta pretend
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Real n***a, I stay ten
Real n***a sitting playpen
How old it is, I stay ten
You ain't talking money, what you say then?
That's just how it goes
Suckerfree all I know
Young n***a cannot go
[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 n***a, lil' baby, I know it
Za in my blunt, I swear it's too potent
These n***as be capping, I cannot condone it
Killing these n***as, 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