ATM

Chorus:
I got all this guap
I dont know what to do
I let them off
Im feel like buying me some shoes
I can't cuff no thot
I know these hoes be choosing
I keep one on top
Encase the acting foolish

Verse 1:
Coming with these racks
I do it all day
Fuck boy We got drakes
Shoot a nigga out if he want some smoke wit me
Pull up in the south bitch 1D
Smoking dead ops
Real damn things
Put my bitch in loui V
Now my T has a print
I be on them beans fuck a rarry cheap
Dirty in my cup
Why the fuck yo shit so clean
.30 in my gun, knock a nigga to his knees
Drakeo that's my daughter
Keep that blinky on the seat
Send my bitch to pharmacy, i got pints in my lean

Chorus:
I got all this guap
I dont know what to do
I let them off
Im feel like buying me some shoes
I can't cuff no thot
I know these hoes be choosing
I keep one on top
Encase the acting foolish

Verse 2:
Im pouring up the trout (Mud)
And i can't pull the door
Its goin' bubble watch
Drop a xanny in a xan
Peter watch, Than i nutted on my tool
I dont fucking box, I got shooter out the zoo
I been banging bobs, My bitch find out it goin' be duke
Pecker punch, Knock a nigga out his shoe
40 fucker pumps
Sliding, i be shooting out the roof
I keep perky floss
I got hopes and brews
My drug go out the ball
I been fucking wit the Cubans