Letra de Ded At The Atm de Nidis

[verse 1]
touch my hair and your f*cken dead
my bicep is twice the size of your head
i go to the gym 6 days a week
i'm on the juice, i'm at my peak
i go out at night, with the guys
anyone that f*cks with us just dies
take no shit from anyone
at least one of us always carries a gun
you could see us pumping the 6 by 9's
in a done-up gemini they always recognize
chrome hub-caps and a new paintjob
perfect getaway car when we need to rob
a house or two, just to get by
drug prices going up, less people getting high
i know the reason cops pick on me
"it's discrimination mate, ------- ethnicity
[bridge]
it's getting, it's getting, it's getting kinda hectic
it's getting, it's getting, it's getting kinda hectic!
[chorus]
i have long hair i tie it back
wear tracksuit pants and an everlast hat
i never smile, i always sounds pissed
it's more intimidating when i speak with a lisp
i do anything to raught the system
---- up in prison
but its alright, it's worth it in the end
when i role some dickhead at the atm
atm
[verse 2]
all my ex girlfriends hate my guts
but i don't give a shit because they're all sluts!
my last one wanted to be a surgeon
but get this the bitch wasn't even a virgin!
i wear tight tops that make me look bigger
so all the chicks can admire my figure
10 gold chains and 7 phones with 101 different mobile ringtone
you can see us hanging out in the car-park
trying to find an old person to role in the dark
baseball bats and a rifle gun
we take all their money and then f*cken run
before the cops get the call in the middle of the night
we count all the money and everthing is alrite
we try and swear in any situations
it's all a part of the intimidation!
[chorus]
[verse 3]
style my sideburns all the way
so they connect with the tips of my goatay
shave the sides to a number 1
get my tips dyed blonde by the barber's son
he makes some mistakes but i don't mind
he's the cheapest hairstylist that i can find
for 10 bucks you can get your way
if it's anymore i refuse to pay
if they argue i just take out my knife
steal the money from the till and run for my life
down the street to the nearest bar
and thinks of ways to spend it all on my car
new lights, new rims so much to choose
f*ck i hate being so damn confused
it's gotta be something f*cken sick
so me and the boys can impress the chicks
[chorus]
[outro]
haha, oh that gst has f*cked us
what's gst?
it's a car you dickhead
haha
that little johnny howard
that little johnny howard
if i had a crowbar i'd do it for 50 bucks
30 bucks
20 bucks
i'll do it for 5 cents!
f*ck it, i'll do it for free!
haha
haha
dj king-kong in da house
dr mouti spy