ATL Jacob
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh
Skrt, skrt, skrt
I got drive like four wheels
In my mind off four pills
No I can't feel
Blurry vision at the steering wheel
But I'ma stand still
'Cause you gotta die to live
I got drive like four wheels
In my mind off four pills
No I can't feel
Blurry vision at the steering wheel
But I'ma stand still
'Cause you gotta die to live
Taking risk after fucking risk, after fucking risk
I remember I had to water whip, almost fucked my wrist up
Now its houses in the fucking hills, rich as fuck for real
'Member she wouldn't let me fuck her then, now she gon' let me get some
Droppin' a Wock' in the fruit punch
'Member rockin' the Robins and toting guns
I got ice like Toboggan and drip like a faucet
Its Gucci my oh, Gucci my closet
You better not try to rob us, my niggas ridin'
Double R truck I pull up they in sight
Bought my bitch a new watch I knew she was excited
To shine on these bitches that hate that she ridin'
Haters gon' hate everyday I don't doubt it
Success make a hater go straight suicidal
I'm smokin' exotic, my car is exotic
My girl is exotic, she suck my privates
I was hangin' with killers and drillers and dealers
And thieves, and juggers, finessers and robbers
I got rich I'm still hangin' with killers and drillers and dealers
And thieves, finessers, those juggers and robbers
I got drive like four wheels
In my mind off four pills
No I can't feel
Blurry vision at the steering wheel
But I'ma stand still
'Cause you gotta die to live
I got drive like four wheels
In my mind off four pills
No I can't feel
Blurry vision at the steering wheel
But I'ma stand still
'Cause you gotta die to live
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