Atm lyrics

[Intro]
Ha, yeah, yeah, ayy

[Verse 1]
I'm like, "Boy f*ck what you heard" (Ha)
Yeah, 'cause none of this sh*t be cheap (None of this sh*t be cheap)
Yeah, lil' ho, I'm like a ATM (Ha), the way this cash on me (The way this cash on me)
Yeah, stack that money too tall, yeah, stack that money six feet (Stack that money six feet)
I'm in the Trackhawk Jeep (Ha), wit' a Kapital fleece and the racks on me (Yeah)
I don't do rappin' for free, yeah, he want him a verse, I'ma tax him a fee, yeah (I'ma tax him a fee)
He don't get money, no, no (No)
That boy, he broke like a joke (Yeah)
His ho a goat wit' the throat (Yeah)
I get the cash then I go (Go, phew)
Yeah, okay, that boy, he broke, but I'm not one of them
Yeah I'm wit' my twin, wit' my synonym (Wit' my synonym)
Mula got the trap jumpin' out the gym, yeah
These n*ggas, they be hoes, yeah (Ha), what got into them (Ha)
Yeah, what got up in 'em? (Yeah, what got up in 'em?)
Undercover denim, huh (Ha, undercover)
What I got up in it (What I got up in it)
It's a Glock in it (It's a Glock in it)
2021, Redeye windows tinted (Windows tinted)
b*tch, I knew was the sh*t, yeah, since I was a jit (Ha, was a jit)
When I turn 21, I'ma go cop hella mo' sticks (Ha, hella mo' sticks)
Yeah, these n*ggas ain't know where we are, yeah, that's how deep this sh*t get (That's how deep this sh*t get)
Yeah, he say she sippin' patrone, then she eat the di*k (Then she eat the di*k, yeah, ha, yeah)
[Verse 2]
I told twin, "When I sign first thing I'ma cop n*gga is a Maybach," yeah
Racks on racks on top of racks, I get it, I swear that they mad (Yeah)
Yeah, he do not get no cash, yeah, he not in his bag (Yeah, hol' on)
I took a OP, n*gga, now I'm higher than a b*tch and I can't land (I can't land)
And I'm wit' Asian twin, we don't pop no Xan, and we might fly to Japan
n*gga, Free Will, yeah, they knew it was us (Ha), that sent them lil' shots at his man, yeah (Sent them lil' shots at his man)
He got a stick and you know I'm gon' buss (Yeah), better hope his sh*t don't jam (Hope his sh*t don't jam), yeah
And I put this ho on cam, huh (Ho on cam)
Put this ho on film, yeah
My life like a film (Yeah)
Ball above the rim (Ha)
And my b*tch, she bad
Yeah, that b*tch just broke my scale (Yeah)
That boy tried to phew, then we send his ass to hell (Right to hell, n*gga)
Yeah, ha, why you worried 'bout me? (Huh?)
I'm not worried 'bout you (Okay)
Stay true to the game (Yeah), 'cause, yeah, I still get—
Yeah, I still and move (Yeah)
Got hoes by the—, yeah, my hoes come in twos (Yeah)
Got hoes by the four (Four)
That lil' n*gga ain't get no money (Ha), he lied, yeah of course (Lied, yeah, of course)

[Outro]
That lil' n*gga, he lied
That n*gga ain't gettin' money, okay
Yeah, that n*gga he—, ha