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Yeah, Pluto

ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

I'm cut off from a different cloth from niggas, that's a Fendi fact, yeah

And I'm strapped up with that mini-MAC, yeah, yeah

Fuckin' up a ch-in-eck, I'm already millennium

Takin' pics with junkies, and I'm ridin' 'round with Eminem

It's some robbers and killers 'round here, that's where I'm at

They make drug deals, pop pills, that's where I'm at

They got dog food 'round here, that's where I'm at

I'm the king of the trenches, no security guards (yeah, yeah, yeah)

We get triple in your town, nigga, that's where I'm at

Fuck around and grab a crib, shit, I'm never comin' back (mm-hmm)

It's a ruler on the glizzy, bag me up when I laugh

Man, these internet niggas never fucked with a bag (nah)

Eleven in my pants, I can't even get it out

I ain't had shit, ask me how I'm livin' now (ask me)

I done, done, done it all, did a lot (did it all, nigga)

Watch him run, run just like Ricky, spin the block (shit)

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