[Young Scooter] ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob Shout out to the ahks, As-Salaam-Alaikum Motherfuck the cops, run up all the paper Wintertime, drop the top, flex on all the haters I´m in love with diamond chains, fuck a wedding ring Love to spoil myself, I by myself everything Rolex, Audemar, fuck a Breitling I damn near lost it all in the dice game I kept my mouth closed when the folks came My name on fire in the streets, I´m talkin´ propane Section 8 ENT, that´s gang gang I bet a nigga never snatch my chain That tripple crossin´, watch out for them chain snatchers
All this money I got, I send them kidnappers I´m all about a sack, I´m talkin´ Urlacher Pack touch down, Green Bay Packers Bitch I´m ´bout to blow, like a dynamite I´m doin´ a hundred smashin´, don´t stop at that red light Black Amigo Scooter, yeah I´m Zone 6 flexin´ I´m rich as hell, now mama ain´t no more stressin´ Me and VL Deck juggin´, ride in the old Lexus OG Cali kush, all I smoke is pressure They call me Jugg King ´cause I´m a plug catcher You broke boy, you ain´t movin´ but an ounce or better Thirty-five hundred on a Louis sweater Don´t hit the door if it ain´t five bricks or better Twenty pounds or better, I´m a big bettor
Real dope boy, I can wrap the bales in the leather No nothin´ beat a double but a triple cross I take a nigga off, I take another loss Walk into my house, I got a pack vault I´m a real hustler, yeah I made myself a boss
[Young Scooter & Future] No nothin´ beat a double but a triple cross Double cross me, you get knocked off (whoa whoa) We put them dirty birds with the clean chickens (whoa whoa) We put ´em all together, call it remixing (whoa whoa) It´s Magic City Monday, ´bout to fly in town (yeah) Your plug price too high, I´ll shut him down I get a hundred mil, I´m moving underground
[Future] Pink diamonds in my teeth, pink codeine in my cup Pink molly in my system, I got pink pills, what´s up? Section 8, VL, that´s my partner ´dem Pull up in a V12, you can´t interfere Space coupes, oops, I just made the world disappear If you sellin´ bales in the field show your skills Half a ticket for club face Richard Mille Already had sauce and drip, now I got spill Lil Haiti goons right with me ´til infity When we roll up on the opps don´t show no sympathy I just fucked a check up at the store, brrt, brrt I just blowed a check on your ho, brrt, brrt
Chinchilla draggin´ on the floor, brrt, brrt And we gettin´ that bread by the load, brrrt More Pucci for this raw sushi Evel Knievel when she up the speed She just landed in from overseas (word) Once I expand her it´s double C´s (Chanel-y her) Shop sprees, spent a hundred G´s (oh God) I got rich kids, my neck on freeze (brrt brrt) It´s murder squad, they´ll leave you in a freezer (brrt) (I don´t remember nothin´, I got amnesia) I go so hard, gotta let it take a breather (hold up) I´m strappin´ birdies to my mommy seaters Yeah, gang (brrt brrt)
[Young Scooter & Future] No nothin´ beat a double but a triple cross
Double cross me, you get knocked off (whoa whoa) We put them dirty birds with the clean chickens (whoa whoa) We put ´em all together, call it remixing (whoa whoa) It´s Magic City Monday, ´bout to fly in town (yeah) I´ll probably spend a fifty soon as I touch down (Your plug price too high, I´ll shut him down I get a hundred mil, I´m moving underground)