ATM Story

[Intro]
Uh, um
Gotta tell ya'll 'bout this horror story, but I'ma talk my shit in the middle of it though
Jeh, just listen up
D-Damn Machu, why had to do em' like that?
Let me tell ya'll bout' that-

[Verse]
Let me tell 'bout this one time
Walk inside the ATM, I swear that I'm not gon' wait in line
Clerk keep asking questions, I told him that I'm fine
I'm walking past the register, this nigga think I'm blind
But I can't waste no time, I gotta get it done
'Trol walk up in this bitch, I swear I gotta make a run
I ain't even got my gun, but I got a band
Walk inside the store and make a deposit, yeah that was the plan
I don't need no helping hand
Bitch, I feel like the man
Empty pieces hit, I swear to God I'm up twenty bands
But the plan went downhill
Fuck a label, they keep calling telling me to sign a deal
I'm almost a mil' and I ain't sign a deal
Nigga you still broke and in my comments tell me how that feel?
Yeah, I got a Glocky, but that bitch is not concealed
It got 32 in clip, that lil bitch that Shaquille (Gthrhow, bow, bow, bow)
Now, it's back to the story
'Trol just followed me up out the store, this nigga look like Maury
You was asking all them questions in the store, you ain't done yet?
He know I'm up to something, I don't know why I didn't run yet
I'm surprised he ain't pull out his gun yet and try to kill a nigga
Niggas think I just started toting, you only know me from the 'Tube
I grew up around that shit
Been a demon since a jit, you can ask my momma, bitch
I'm done with that childish shit
You need to stop the hating, bitch, instead, go and get rich
I was raised in them bricks, but we made it out that shit
I just had make it clear for ya'll
Ain't tryna sound hard and I ain't tryna put no fair in ya'll
Niggas say I changed, I just act professional for the media
I couldn't relate to him, go look up two-faced on Wikipedia
Who the fuck said I needed you, like you bring something new?
If they slide on me late at night and kill me, what you finna do?
Ain't nothing happen after that, I'm talking 'bout the story
Slid to the crib, went up twenty, bitch I feel like Dory
On this VPN, bitch I'm finna load again
Usually, I sell them bitches, but I slid my bro a bin, for the free
Niggas wanna talk about methods it ain't cheap
Certain way to make it work, more than one, I'm too unique
I take 'bout ten out your account when you sleep
I'm feeling like a New York nigga, bitch I'm getting to the breesh
They know that I'm dog, I don't know why these niggas let me off the leash