​when you meet your god, tell him to leave me alone

[Intro: Oliver Francis]
Big muddy boys in the G-Class Benz
Chromed out grill with these Forgiato rims
I just hit the limit on the ATM
I just hit the limit on the ATM

[Chorus: Oliver Francis]
Big muddy boys in the G-Class Benz
Chromed out grill with these Forgiato rims
I just hit the limit on the ATM
I just hit the limit on the ATM
Big muddy boys in the G-Class Benz
Chromed out grill with these Forgiato rims
I just hit the limit on the ATM
I just hit the limit on the ATM

[Verse 1: Oliver Francis]
You will probably find me smokin' OG with some bitches
Kush in my system and EVISU on my britches
Dom. P with the OJ what we sippin'
Way that Oli cookin', turn the stu' into a kitchen
Let 'em know, rollin' in the 'Rari with a O
Sippin' alkaline water while my skin tone glow
My paint drippin' when I'm whippin', two-tone
I'm flyin' by, Porsche 944
In Okinawa smokin' potent marijuana
Fire flame spitter, turn the booth to Benihana
Head to toe in Polo, put my bitch up in some Prada
It's that pretty boy swag, like Giorno Giovanna
Rockin' Retro Ones and the AMG
This a 63 S and the paint job clean, yeah
Rollin' weed with my whole damn team
And we all livin' large, tonight it's on me, ayy

[Chorus: Oliver Francis & Savage Ga$p]
Big muddy boys in the G-Class Benz
Chromed out grill with these Forgiato rims
I just hit the limit on the ATM
I just hit the limit on the ATM
Big muddy boys in the G-Class Benz
Chromed out grill with these Forgiato rims
I just hit the limit on the ATM (Yeah, uh, look)
I just hit the limit on the ATM

[Verse 2: Savage Ga$p]
I got the [?] with the Chrome Heart rings
[?] bussin' down the blunt all day, ayy
I'll be livin' limitless, flip it like a Geminis
ATM just hit the fuckin' limit, I don't give a shit, damn
You can never get like me
Why these motherfuckers tryna dress like me?
You can make a million Savage Ga$p shadow clones, baby
But I promise they don't never have the drip like me
No, fuck it, brodie got a [?], tucked it
Duck it, flame jutsu been bussin'
VV on my neck with the philosopher stones
Like, I can really pop out and turn nothing into something
[?] how I stay on attack
I invented Halloween and I invent how you rap
Had to put aside the sad shit, that was in the past tense
Remember I'm the proof that if you want it, you can have it

[Chorus: Oliver Francis]
Big muddy boys in the G-Class Benz
Chromed out grill with these Forgiato rims
I just hit the limit on the ATM
I just hit the limit on the ATM
Big muddy boys in the G-Class Benz
Chromed out grill with these Forgiato rims
I just hit the limit on the ATM
I just hit the limit on the ATM, yo