AOT lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, uh yeah
Yeah, uh yeah, yeah, uh yeah
Yeah, uh yeah, yeah, uh yeah
Yeah, uh yeah, yeah, uh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

[Verse 1]
Big bankroll on me, it can't even fold
We ain't got no pressure, and I had to make sure they would show
I ain't even bring no racks in the house, I went to go spend it on clothes
You see I took a whole other route, I was tryna catch that load
Got my brotha's all up on the southside with big sticks

[Chorus]
Throw that lil' bih around like she a football, like bisquets
Told my b*tch we comfortable, she love the way we livin'
I was high as f*ck, and got behind the wheel start driftin' (Skrrt)
I'm a savage, I'm not average, I get green like, green like cabbage
South Atlanta, out the attic, swervin' through that f*ckin' traffic
VVS, yo sh*t like plastic, brand new foreign I almost crashed it
Sticks out, blicks out, pull up we airing this sh*t out
I hit that b*tch and I get out, she hop in the whip, and she poppin' her tits out, ooh
[Verse 2]
Hop on the block with the Rick out, she lookin' at me and she like how I dress out, ooh
Gotta watch out cause these feds out, ooh
We shot that boy and he bled out, ooh
Nice time for a lifetime, in the night time, b*tch it's our time, ooh
She wanna drink out my cup, naw
You see us young n*ggas up, ooh
These n*ggas thinkin' they tough
I hit it, equip it, you cuffed
Pull off I leave that lil' b*tch in the dust
She hop on my di*k like she do double dutch
Look at 'em, over there, throwin' up guts
He thought she was yours, but I'm up on her guts
Yeah-yeah, yeah, I'm up on her guts, uh
She ain't even let you f*ck, yeah
Glock-9, I keep that tucked
I'm on exotic, I am stuck
Check out my pockets, they is stuffed
Cut that boy out just like some tuss
We in that night time, we in the dust
We in the backstreet up in the cut

[Chorus]
Throw that lil' bih around like she a football, like bisquets
Told my b*tch we comfortable, she love the way we livin'
I was high as f*ck, and got behind the wheel start driftin' (Skrrt)
I'm a savage, I'm not average, I get green like, green like cabbage
South Atlanta, out the attic, swervin' through that f*ckin' traffic
VVS, yo sh*t like plastic, brand new foreign I almost crashed it
Sticks out, blicks out, pull up we airing this sh*t out
I hit that b*tch and I get out, she hop in the whip, and she poppin' her tits out, ooh