Lil ATL Dawg Fa$e - The Job

Birds brrr
Get that shit for the low
Bodies pt pt pt pt
Dropping them through
The scope
Numbers ch ch ch ch ch ch
Only thing that I know
Runners
They get to the bag
Got to keep them on go
Birds brrr
Get that shit for the low
Bodies pt pt pt pt
Dropping them through
The scope
Numbers ch ch ch ch ch ch
Only thing that I know
Runners
They get to the bag
Got to keep them on go

Serving how sally sell
Shells by da seashore
Stacking hunnits sticks
And sacks
Till my book close
Not in your paperwork
A nigga can't fold
Don't like to chat
If ain't bout a bankroll
Want to act evil
Then give him a halo
You can get dropped
Like that deuce in a faygo
Cross him out
Get to the bag
O.J. Mayo
Don't like to dance
But I know how to
Tango

Birds brrr
Get that shit for the low
Bodies pt pt pt pt
Dropping them through
The scope
Numbers ch ch ch ch ch ch
Only thing that I know
Runners
They get to the bag
Got to keep them on go

I Still be a bandit
Gave her what she
Wanted
In they chest
Three steps
Ahead of my
Opponent
So much
I be wanting
Rather be
The owner
I came from
A yonder
Been knowing
What going on
Since I was younger
Who would ever wonder
Bring the pain
From thunder
OKC I'm balling
I came A Longways no
PeeWee talking
Commas
Ready to
Make a movie
Any moment

Birds brrr
Get that shit for the low
Bodies pt pt pt pt
Dropping them through
The scope
Numbers ch ch ch ch ch ch
Only thing that I know
Runners
They get to the bag
Got to keep them on go
Birds brrr
Get that shit for the low
Bodies pt pt pt pt
Dropping them through
The scope
Numbers ch ch ch ch ch ch
Only thing that I know
Runners
They get to the bag
Got to keep them on go

Written by:
Darien Wade

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