No Cups

(ATL Smook)

This 3.5 a battle, every time that I roll up. Every time I leave the spot, yeah
Every time I pick my pole up. Boy still got your hand up. Got me like we ain't gon' grow up
I know how to stay so fanned out. How you never set that score up?
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Drop my leg and show up
Step back, straight up, and boot it up. Molly done got me tore up
Drop too fast; I'm foreign exchange
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Standing on the balcony
I don't wanna see no cups

I don't say too much
Got the diamonds, I don't bleach 'em
VHL on short, wrap just lookin' like a creature
Used to be a coupe rider. Got tired of some seat tips
--- I get too much pizza. You be on the bleachers

These niggas cap rap
You can keep your feature
I got two besties. My digits scale to Nina
Situation get critical
You try to get between us
How about we a single --
Like I clocked ---
Hit a nigga L7. Oscar Meyer weiner. Swear I ask questions
I know nothing ever seen ya. I'm a classic shooter
Do a drill up and a banger
Cowboy style, I'm a quick draw ---

Posted with the dope boys
The same ones that scam me
I'm developed in this field
Yeah, I'm something like a singer
A real song Katrina; can somebody call FEMA?
Try to take something from over here;
You leave without a finger

This 3.5 a battle, every time that I roll up. Every time I leave the spot, yeah
Every time I pick my pole up. Boy still got your hand up. Got me like we ain't gon' grow up
I know how to stay so fanned out. How you never set that score up?
---
Drop my leg and show up
Step back, straight up, and boot it up. Molly done got me tore up
Drop too fast; I'm foreign exchange
---
Standing on the balcony
I don't wanna see no cups