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atm - tyler lyrics

[intro]
yeah, aye
dj, where the percz at?

[chorus]
it’s like you don’t understand
and i just want them bands
i’m finna skrt off in a benz
high as f*ck b*tch i’m off of the meds
i got your b*tch yeah she up in my bed
.223, came strapped with the led
i’m a score on the opps like a layup
sippin’ drank and that b*tch got a label
that b*tch a hoe i cannot save her
that b*tch suck good yeah she my favorite
all of these bands yeah i’m finna chase them
i need some racks yeah hit up the atm
i got bored so i might go to atl
you was at the top yeah now he fell
i’m the plug everyone know i sell
i could pull up or ship that b*tch through mail

[verse]
shipping that dope yeah in the mail
off of the lean feeling like a snail
off of the lean feeling off the rails
had him nervous had him biting his nails
cause them hollows tips really impale
he was so scared yeah we was pale
he embarrassed yeah he tucking his tail
i was in the whip ducking from twelve
i was in the whip with dope and a scale
that’s why it smell like dope in here
on the way to the trap over there
choppa same size as a deer
vvs hittin’ like a chandelier
lightbulb, yeah i got an idea
get to the racks yeah cause i need it
[?] yeah i’m conceited
yeah i’m conceited, that means you can beat it
i’m conceited, that means you can beat it
keep my chop, his heart not beating
find where you stay at, shooting everything
[chorus]
it’s like you don’t understand
and i just want them bands
i’m finna skrt off in a benz
high as f*ck b*tch i’m off of the meds
i got your b*tch yeah she up in my bed
.223, came strapped with the led
i’m a score on the opps like a layup
sippin’ drank and that b*tch got a label
that b*tch a hoe i cannot save her
that b*tch suck good yeah she my favorite
all of these bands yeah i’m finna chase them
i need some racks yeah hit up the atm
i got bored so i might go to atl
you was at the top yeah now he fell
i’m the plug everyone know i sell
i could pull up or ship that b*tch through mail

[outro]
it’s like you don’t understand
and i just want them bands
i’m finna skrt off in a benz
high as f*ck b*tch i’m off of the meds
i got your b*tch yeah she up in my bed
.223, came strapped with the led
i’m a score on the opps like a layup
sippin’ drank and that b*tch got a label
that b*tch a hoe i cannot save her
that b*tch suck good yeah she my favorite

- tyler lyrics

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