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[Atlas] IDK I move fast like a high-speed chase Y'all kids sweet like an ice cream cake Put heads on platters when I need face Yeah, might clean plates Talk down, boy, get your IV drained Say you ain't got time, 'cause your timepiece fake Hear one more word, it's your IP traced I'm at your door, I'm creepin' in the foreign Mattress store, they sleepin' on me, snoring Shawty hit me up to come again Back for more, then leaving in the morning A practice run, the way I treat the system Had enough, I think you need to listen Adding up the fifths and sipping bottles I hit the throttle quick and see the pistons Switch lanes, insane, road rage, crashed car Shut the game down like the codenames black card If a lame clown wanna say they the greatest I grill a silly rapper like a propane backyard barbecue I'm the hardest, it's true Artisan marching with armies in boots I spark up the boof then peace the f*ck out In the car with your boo Like the bee's knees, or the thorax Or the Lorax, pass me the trees, please My wrist game is on deep freeze This new shit, you ain't seen these A few shots, Ciroc now I'm moving slow That paparazzi like Truman show My shawty hot, she like Uma Thurman Come pop a squat on my cupid's bow [Thiago] Run it right back Talking shit but they don't want it like that At my limit, with another, I snap Got me feeling like This might be the time Go in for the kill tonight Run it right back Talking shit but they don't want it like that At my limit, with another, I snap Got me feeling like This might be the time Go in for the kill tonight [Thiago] Run it, run it like a marathoner I been kicking shit like I was Maradona Mind in the skies like a paraglider Imma' make 'em sweat like Eric Andre Got a bad bitch she Americana With no fashion, I don't wear designer I'm a southern boy North Carolina If you unemployed then I got a offer [Cloud Mac] We getting real freaky-deeky in this hoe, man I don't really like to talk I'd rather show them Why every single rap you write a poem I don't think that Poe would like his lines stolen I would argue with the sun if it means I get a rise I ain't talking bout O'Shea when I say I got the ice And no it's not okay when you talk about my life Cos' everything you say is just a bunch of lies [Thiago] Run it right back Talking shit but they don't want it like that At my limit, with another, I snap Got me feeling like This might be the time Go in for the kill tonight Run it right back Talking shit but they don't want it like that At my limit, with another, I snap Got me feeling like This might be the time Go in for the kill tonight [Miles Powers] Ima drop out to ball like a one and done, yeah Twenty-one on the 1 O 1 swervin' I got love for like only one person Maybe five maybe ten who countin' man Weight up on my f*ckin' mind like a mountain Send me down a couple rays let the clouds clear Give a little bitta' space while I'm out here Yea yea yea homie I can't breath My girl got a booty that's some eye candy I can't sleep with this shit around Yeah, I count sheep but they gettin' out the pen I let em out and in, they head around the bend Been in your town, picture me rollin' Christopher Nolan, I be interstellar ain't no better Hit em with a fine like Roger Goodell Maybe God is in hell, well I'll be in a cellar in the centre Of the room, by the mic, I don't wanna move Honeymoon phase end quick If ya bae ain't thick homie IDK I got a grade-A chick and she naughty (ay) Pull up at the venue prolly late I ain't gonna Venmo you shit bitch ‘Less you produce on some Bluknight shit If your p*ssy that good tell me who priced it [Chris Wright] Don't be over thinking it, overpriced At the function where the sodas spiked Need a drink of something you can hold the ice Second round on me like I'm Obie Trice Got the green on me like I'm Lex Luther Got a new bitch but my ex-cuter I was short-handed shoulda left sooner She was jealous now that bitch a YouTuber Got piped down, like a wet dream Then she gotta leave like it's wipe out On the timeline, looking sexy But she batshit, so I swipe down Ride a fine line, like the west wing Wanna picket fence and a White House Drinking fine wine, when she text me But I'm sleeping on her in a nightgown Like, ah
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