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st. nick - atl smook lyrics

[intro]
(mom, money every’s making beats again)
saint nick, i keep me a sack, yeah
(ayo, lifted)

[chorus]
saint nick, i keep me a sack
i blow them racks off in saks
i hit that bit’ from the back
now she don’t know how to act
no boxer, i beat up the pack
rings on check, this is status
the gang, i keep it intact
ain’t switching up, that’s a fact
hop in that mof-ckin’ scat
turn 75 to a racetrack
backwood, it look like a bat
i’m double r, check out the tat
run it up fast, they like, “how you do that?
just like i’m andre, i keep it three stacks
we catch a opp, turn him to a new pack
but we not down, we ain’t goin’ out bad

[verse]
in love wit’ barney’s, designer mismatched
she ride like a harley, she ride it real fast
p-ssin’ my brother -ssist with the nat
ride with the cutter, leave him in the past
came from the gutter, i ain’t going back
racks in my pocket, it look like thigh pads
these n-ggas be broke, swear they need ’em a cast
ain’t seeing no drought, i got bills in the stash
i’m balling like i’m a [?]
i got more spots than a cheetah
all of my b-tches, they divas
all of my n-ggas, they demons
laugh at a cop like hyena
ain’t showing up, f-ck a subpoena
these n-ggas gon’ sing like selena
play wit’ them racks like serena

- atl smook lyrics

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