ATL Jacob, Quavo - RNS

I took a lil' bitty piece of the pill and started trippin' for real (Woo)
Sittin' in the back of the 'Bach countin' M's, I'm on the block like I'm a rim (Skrr)
Drippin' in fabric, it's gallery trim, we don't do cameras, no baby, no film
Back to back Challengers demons, that's dim, rollin' a blunt while she grippin' the wheel (Go)
And she got body on body, I'm up in her ribs (Facts)
Yeah, she bad, she jumped out and kill (Ayy)
Brought the shit back to the hood with a deal (Huh)
Bare feet when I run through the field (Phew)
500K straight can what it give (Cash)
Fuck some, she get a bag for the year (Bag)
Thirty-two bricks like Shaquille O'Neal (Thirty-two)
Iced out, wrist chandеlier (Ice, ice)