Dropped outta school I think that money threw my head off
Was thinking get back on the block and get your bread long
I just met this freak and she petite, yeah, she a red bone
Don't get outta pocket nigga, you could get a headstone
I'm from the trenches, where we grew up to that lead blowing
Seen my baby brudda on that block and told em' head home
Watch where you slide thru bets' not the deuce cuz' that's a dead zone
Shit, I left the trap, I wont be back until da feds gone
Feds been on the block, I guess they hate to see us run it up
Hood been getting hot, so, you can catch me out Westbumbaf*ck
Loafing with some steppers smoking pressure till' the sun is up
I'm just doing business neighbors tripping, told her hush it up
Nickel pop out spraying on a nigga better run and duck
I was on my ass & turned that dollar to a hundred bucks
Then I doubled that and doubled that, my nigga sum it up
Baby we them niggas tell your nigga he can't f*ck with us
100 on the pike bitch, I'm dipping on a trooper
Granny disappointed cause my circle full of shooters
I told her you like money, I like money, we get to it
But I won't say too much, cuz, I got young'n's that's influenced
They call me Fatknot and yo' shit little, call you Stewart
I'm really getting money, You just ballin on computers
My bitch, she a model bitch, and your bitch, she a booster
Nigga you better watch your body bitch, cuz, I can end your future
Dropped outta school I think that money threw my head off
Was thinking get back on the block and get your bread long
I just met this freak and she petite, yeah, she a red bone
Don't get outta pocket nigga, you could get a headstone
I'm from the trenches, where we grew up to that lead blowing
Seen my baby brudda on that block and told him head home
Watch where you slide thru bets' not the deuce cuz' that's a dead zone
Shit, I left the trap, I wont be back until da feds gone
Just cause I sing, don't think it's sweet, because this shit can get sour
So if it's up then say its beef and watch that shit get devoured
Ain't no more stiches, they get ditches, snitches we don't allow them
F*ck these bitches, I like money cause that shit it bring power
I came with all my niggas how the f*ck could I change
Once I make it, we gone make it cause we struggled the same
Know sum young'n's stripe hunting they'll buss me a brain
Now you caught slugs for the love nigga, nothing was paid
Try me gonna die, boy you better be bulletproof
ATM nigga I'm a boss, I could drop a call and get you removed
Might slide out in that van, me and my dawgs, Scooby Doo
I ain't wanna f*ck then I pass that bitch to my mans, shoutout Rooski Roo
Dropped outta school I think that money threw my head off
Was thinking get back on the block and get your bread long
I just met this freak and she petite, yeah, she a red bone
Don't get outta pocket nigga, you could get a headstone
I'm from the trenches, where we grew up to that lead blowing
Seen my baby brudda on that block and told em' head home
Watch where you slide thru bets' not the deuce cuz' that's a dead zone
Shit, I left the trap, I wont be back until da feds gone
A.T.M. - WestBumbaFuck (feat. ATM FatKnot) Lyrics
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Dropped outta school I think that money threw my head off
Was thinking get back on the block and get your bread long
I just met this freak and she petite, yeah, she a red bone
Don't get outta pocket nigga, you could get a headstone
I'm from the trenches, where we grew up to that lead blowing
Seen my baby brudda on that block and told em' head home
Watch where you slide thru bets' not the deuce cuz' that's a dead zone
Shit, I left the trap, I wont be back until da feds gone
Feds been on the block, I guess they hate to see us run it up
Hood been getting hot, so, you can catch me out Westbumbaf*ck
Loafing with some steppers smoking pressure till' the sun is up
I'm just doing business neighbors tripping, told her hush it up
Nickel pop out spraying on a nigga better run and duck
I was on my ass & turned that dollar to a hundred bucks
Then I doubled that and doubled that, my nigga sum it up
Baby we them niggas tell your nigga he can't f*ck with us
100 on the pike bitch, I'm dipping on a trooper
Granny disappointed cause my circle full of shooters
I told her you like money, I like money, we get to it
But I won't say too much, cuz, I got young'n's that's influenced
They call me Fatknot and yo' shit little, call you Stewart
I'm really getting money, You just ballin on computers
My bitch, she a model bitch, and your bitch, she a booster
Nigga you better watch your body bitch, cuz, I can end your future
Dropped outta school I think that money threw my head off
Was thinking get back on the block and get your bread long
I just met this freak and she petite, yeah, she a red bone
Don't get outta pocket nigga, you could get a headstone
I'm from the trenches, where we grew up to that lead blowing
Seen my baby brudda on that block and told him head home
Watch where you slide thru bets' not the deuce cuz' that's a dead zone
Shit, I left the trap, I wont be back until da feds gone
Just cause I sing, don't think it's sweet, because this shit can get sour
So if it's up then say its beef and watch that shit get devoured
Ain't no more stiches, they get ditches, snitches we don't allow them
F*ck these bitches, I like money cause that shit it bring power
I came with all my niggas how the f*ck could I change
Once I make it, we gone make it cause we struggled the same
Know sum young'n's stripe hunting they'll buss me a brain
Now you caught slugs for the love nigga, nothing was paid
Try me gonna die, boy you better be bulletproof
ATM nigga I'm a boss, I could drop a call and get you removed
Might slide out in that van, me and my dawgs, Scooby Doo
I ain't wanna f*ck then I pass that bitch to my mans, shoutout Rooski Roo
Dropped outta school I think that money threw my head off
Was thinking get back on the block and get your bread long
I just met this freak and she petite, yeah, she a red bone
Don't get outta pocket nigga, you could get a headstone
I'm from the trenches, where we grew up to that lead blowing
Seen my baby brudda on that block and told em' head home
Watch where you slide thru bets' not the deuce cuz' that's a dead zone
Shit, I left the trap, I wont be back until da feds gone
Was thinking get back on the block and get your bread long
I just met this freak and she petite, yeah, she a red bone
Don't get outta pocket nigga, you could get a headstone
I'm from the trenches, where we grew up to that lead blowing
Seen my baby brudda on that block and told em' head home
Watch where you slide thru bets' not the deuce cuz' that's a dead zone
Shit, I left the trap, I wont be back until da feds gone
Feds been on the block, I guess they hate to see us run it up
Hood been getting hot, so, you can catch me out Westbumbaf*ck
Loafing with some steppers smoking pressure till' the sun is up
I'm just doing business neighbors tripping, told her hush it up
Nickel pop out spraying on a nigga better run and duck
I was on my ass & turned that dollar to a hundred bucks
Then I doubled that and doubled that, my nigga sum it up
Baby we them niggas tell your nigga he can't f*ck with us
100 on the pike bitch, I'm dipping on a trooper
Granny disappointed cause my circle full of shooters
I told her you like money, I like money, we get to it
But I won't say too much, cuz, I got young'n's that's influenced
They call me Fatknot and yo' shit little, call you Stewart
I'm really getting money, You just ballin on computers
My bitch, she a model bitch, and your bitch, she a booster
Nigga you better watch your body bitch, cuz, I can end your future
Dropped outta school I think that money threw my head off
Was thinking get back on the block and get your bread long
I just met this freak and she petite, yeah, she a red bone
Don't get outta pocket nigga, you could get a headstone
I'm from the trenches, where we grew up to that lead blowing
Seen my baby brudda on that block and told him head home
Watch where you slide thru bets' not the deuce cuz' that's a dead zone
Shit, I left the trap, I wont be back until da feds gone
Just cause I sing, don't think it's sweet, because this shit can get sour
So if it's up then say its beef and watch that shit get devoured
Ain't no more stiches, they get ditches, snitches we don't allow them
F*ck these bitches, I like money cause that shit it bring power
I came with all my niggas how the f*ck could I change
Once I make it, we gone make it cause we struggled the same
Know sum young'n's stripe hunting they'll buss me a brain
Now you caught slugs for the love nigga, nothing was paid
Try me gonna die, boy you better be bulletproof
ATM nigga I'm a boss, I could drop a call and get you removed
Might slide out in that van, me and my dawgs, Scooby Doo
I ain't wanna f*ck then I pass that bitch to my mans, shoutout Rooski Roo
Dropped outta school I think that money threw my head off
Was thinking get back on the block and get your bread long
I just met this freak and she petite, yeah, she a red bone
Don't get outta pocket nigga, you could get a headstone
I'm from the trenches, where we grew up to that lead blowing
Seen my baby brudda on that block and told em' head home
Watch where you slide thru bets' not the deuce cuz' that's a dead zone
Shit, I left the trap, I wont be back until da feds gone
Writer: Kilontae Fischer
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