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ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob Tryna stay away from them beans, cause I don't think (I don't think) I heard them say it was beef, well, okay cool Try not to tweak (Not to tweak) And ain't no way in Hell this shit posed to Make it out the streets (Out the streets) I got eyes everywhere You ain't been in your hood in bout a week ('Bout a week) Like 12, we hit your block We walkin' up and swinging doors (Swinging doors) Since twelve runnin' with Glocks Stayin' up by the studio (Studio) Now my wrist on Coolio (Coolio) Fuck these bitches, they do the most (They do the most) I don't think you deserve no double R If I go to jail, you'll be ghost (You'll be gone) You'll be gone, to the streets where you belong Say you want beef, I don't care what he on Free my niggas out, the cage till they ding dong And my niggas in the grave, it wont be long I turnt a pool to a jacuzzi I jumped in with my heat on me I got a few loose screws, I spray shit, WD 40 Tryna flex you can't even afford it I'm up next and, I ain't even order I just took some lean put it in a soda I don't even be drinkin the shit, when I'm rollin' Told em imma make a wish when you blow it She can't even take the dick, where you goin Bury my money with me So I can take it wherever I'm goin My niggas in postion, put em on they feet the depending on me You can do it yourself Gotta make sure my momma don't ever lose no hair Yeah you was down at the beginning, but it don't matter Yeah cause as soon as I got booked you (flipped the chapter) Tryna stay away from them beans, cause I don't think (I don't think) I heard them say it was beef, well, okay cool Try not to tweak (Not to tweak) And ain't no way in Hell this shit posed to Make it out the streets (Out the streets) I got eyes everywhere You ain't been in your hood in bout a week ('Bout a week) Like 12, we hit your block We walkin' up and swinging doors (Swinging doors) Since twelve runnin' with Glocks Stayin' up by the studio (Studio) Now my wrist on Coolio (Coolio) Fuck these bitches, they do the most (They do the most) I don't think you deserve no double R If I go to jail, you'll be ghost (You'll be gone) It's a massacre I'm packin' syrup Backwood packed with purp I might start a clothing line We turn niggas ass to merch Last opp he was down to earth He got put past the earth Make me show the police in Orlando, how that magic work Disappear on em, switchin' gears on em Been got my check up way before corona I remember spinnin' a 4 door Corolla I ain't never duck no smoke, I let a nigga get high as they wanna I pull up like fire up the doja, fire the doja where all the stoners My bride Fiona I marrie, the green Life in the swamp was never, serene She 30 like Curry, get wet for the team Trust in these bitches, that ain't what it be Get calls and all whenever you leave I know you ain't been in your hood 'bout a week I don't need a voucher, I'm good in the streets I don't need a voucher, I'm good in the streets Tryna stay away from them beans, cause I don't think (I don't think) I heard them say it was beef, well, okay cool Try not to tweak (Not to tweak) And ain't no way in Hell this shit posed to Make it out the streets (Out the streets) I got eyes everywhere You ain't been in your hood in bout a week ('Bout a week) Like 12, we hit your block We walkin' up and swinging doors (Swinging doors) Since twelve runnin' with Glocks Stayin' up by the studio (Studio) Now my wrist on Coolio (Coolio) Fuck these bitches, they do the most (They do the most) I don't think you deserve no double R If I go to jail, you'll be ghost (You'll be gone)