Important

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[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 nigga, lil' baby, I know it Za in my blunt, I swear it's too potent These niggas be capping, I cannot condone it Killing these niggas, 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, nigga, watch your tone Part in my jeans, nigga, I ain't going Finesse the lil' nigga and he ain't even know it Got all these damn racks, nigga, 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 nigga, lil' baby, I know it Za in my blunt, I swear it's too potent These niggas be capping, I cannot condone it Killing these niggas, 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 niggas fall off but I am not him Put me in the game, my arm above the rim We some niggas that love to sin You not street, you ain't gotta pretend [?] Real nigga, I stay ten Real nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga, lil' baby, I know it Za in my blunt, I swear it's too potent These niggas be capping, I cannot condone it Killing these niggas, 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