ATM Boobi3 - Talkin' Shit

Finessing these hoes they say I'm pimpin
Got sauce on me nigga they say that I'm dripping
Got red on my shoes like I'm walking on blood
Keep grinding young nigga you gon come out the mud
This shirt on me nigga I think it's vlone
Aint stealing my flow... I cannot be cloned
He clean up real nice he don't Needa maid
Fuck it gimme two bitches who gone make up my bed
Gimme two bitches who gone gimme some head

I run up them racks then I do it again
Getting all this money I think that I love it
She look in my eyes whenever she sucking
She clean it all up then I gotta go
I'll talk to ha later nie I'm back onna road
Diamonds real water I need me float
She fuck me real good I might buy her a tote
My bitch from Atlanta she fine and she know
She stay in her place she get whatever she want
She act up on me n she know that I'm gone
Ain't sitting in the trap I make money off songs
But I'm still in the trap making money off bowls
He acting like slime then We wiping his nose
Bam posted up in the cut with a pole
I give him the word n he snatching ya soul
Too many problems Ian answering the phone
Good dick in her life she won't leave me alone
Smoking on hulk nun but that strong
Always in motion I hate to be prone
Hop in the coupe whip that bitch like I stole it
She riding with me eating me up like a vulture
She taking her pics but I won't let her post em
I'm getting to the top n I cannot be closer

Applying the pressure I will not fold
Ice on my wrist It might come with a cold
She sucking on dick til it come out ha nose
Shooting at yo hoe Ian caring nun bout it
Yeen doing nun nigga she ain't nun but a target
She fucking with me cause she know that I'm popping
I'm fucking with her cause I know she a monster
Getting to the money I can not slow down
You other niggas better get with the program
They fishes they ain't got no know how
They too close nigga I'ma blow by
Dunking this bitch like I'm 45
I'm dunking this bitch like I'm Mitchell
Talking my shit ima need me a tissue
Sucking on me n she come back

Finessing these hoes they say I'm pimpin
Got sauce on me nigga they say that I'm dripping
Got red on my shoes like I'm walking on blood
Keep grinding young nigga you gon come out the mud
This shirt on me nigga I think it's vlone
Aint stealing my flow... I cannot be clones
He clean up real nice he don't Needa maid
Fuck it gimme two bitches who gone make up my bed
Gimme two bitches who gone gimme some head

Applying the pressure I will not fold
Ice on my wrist It might come with a cold
She sucking on dick til it come out ha nose
Shooting at yo hoe Ian caring nun bout it
Yeen doing nun nigga she ain't nun but a target
She fucking with me cause she know that I'm popping
I'm fucking with her cause I know she a monster
Getting to the money I can not slow down
You other niggas better get with the program
They fishes they ain't got no know how
They too slow nigga I'ma blow by
Dunking this bitch like I'm 45
I'm dunking this bitch like I'm Mitchell
Talking my shit I might need me a tissue
Sucking on me and she come back and kiss you
I Got a new mag for the gun like a issue

Written by:
Carl Matthews III

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