​when you meet your god, tell him to leave me alone lyrics

[Intro: Oliver Francis]
Big muddy boys in the G-Class Benz
Chromed out grill with these Forgiato rims
I just hit the limit on the ATM
I just hit the limit on the ATM

[Chorus: Oliver Francis]
Big muddy boys in the G-Class Benz
Chromed out grill with these Forgiato rims
I just hit the limit on the ATM
I just hit the limit on the ATM
Big muddy boys in the G-Class Benz
Chromed out grill with these Forgiato rims
I just hit the limit on the ATM
I just hit the limit on the ATM

[Verse 1: Oliver Francis]
You will probably find me smokin' OG with some b*tches
Kush in my system and EVISU on my britches
Dom. P with the OJ what we sippin'
Way that Oli cookin', turn the stu' into a kitchen
Let 'em know, rollin' in the 'Rari with a O
Sippin' alkaline water while my skin tone glow
My paint drippin' when I'm whippin', two-tone
I'm flyin' by, Porsche 944
In Okinawa smokin' potent marijuana
Fire flame spitter, turn the booth to Benihana
Head to toe in Polo, put my b*tch up in some Prada
It's that pretty boy swag, like Giorno Giovanna
Rockin' Retro Ones and the AMG
This a 63 S and the paint job clean, yeah
Rollin' weed with my whole damn team
And we all livin' large, tonight it's on me, ayy
[Chorus: Oliver Francis & Savage Ga$p]
Big muddy boys in the G-Class Benz
Chromed out grill with these Forgiato rims
I just hit the limit on the ATM
I just hit the limit on the ATM
Big muddy boys in the G-Class Benz
Chromed out grill with these Forgiato rims
I just hit the limit on the ATM (Yeah, uh, look)
I just hit the limit on the ATM

[Verse 2: Savage Ga$p]
I got the [?] with the Chrome Heart rings
[?] bussin' down the blunt all day, ayy
I'll be livin' limitless, flip it like a Geminis
ATM just hit the f*ckin' limit, I don't give a sh*t, damn
You can never get like me
Why these motherf*ckers tryna dress like me?
You can make a million Savage Ga$p shadow clones, baby
But I promise they don't never have the drip like me
No, f*ck it, brodie got a Bankai, tucked it
Duck it, flame jutsu been bussin'
VV on my neck with the philosopher stones
Like, I can really pop out and turn nothing into something
Eren Yeager, baby, how I stay on attack
I invented Halloween and I invent how you rap
Had to put aside the sad sh*t, that was in the past tense
Remember I'm the proof that if you want it, you can have it
[Chorus: Oliver Francis]
Big muddy boys in the G-Class Benz
Chromed out grill with these Forgiato rims
I just hit the limit on the ATM
I just hit the limit on the ATM
Big muddy boys in the G-Class Benz
Chromed out grill with these Forgiato rims
I just hit the limit on the ATM
I just hit the limit on the ATM, yo