Layup - Atl Smook

Yeah

Yeah

(Welcome to 1st Class)

Yeah, let’s go

I dropped the top on the foreign machine tryna' catch me a breeze

I walk out the bank with them racks, yeah I do it with ease

I put that shit on, that’s a fact, yeah I’m Mr. Clean

Shawty your ass way too fat, how you get that in them jeans?

No Don Juan, too player, real player, yeah Himalaya

Fucking your thot, we do layups

I’m throwing this cash like a layup

If you owe some, better pay up

Get on pink molly, I wake up

No bakery, I got my cake up

If it’s up then it’s stuck, I don’t makeup

check up on it when I wake up

My bitch think I’m chating, said she wanna' break up

F&N on me, yah that shit fully loaded, I don’t do the fades but I give him a

shape up

Finna' go cop some new drip, yeah I need some new boots, shit I’m thinking

about going to Botega

Running around the lobby with some hoes on the molly, finna' pin em' all down,

I’m a real thot slayer

I spend them racks, I don’t care

Said she got a man, I don’t care

This drip that I’m rocking is rare

I’m stepping on shit like a stair

I’m in the hills, Fresh Prince of Bel-Air

Popping these pills, yeah I’m high as hell

These niggas cowardly, tucking their tail

Like a these niggas ain’t real

I dropped the top on the foreign machine tryna' catch me a breeze

I walk out the bank with them racks, yeah I do it with ease

I put that shit on, that’s a fact, yeah I’m Mr. Clean

Shawty your ass way too fat, how you get that in them jeans?

No Don Juan, too player, real player, yeah Himalaya

Fucking your thot, we do layups

I’m throwing this cash like a layup

If you owe some, better pay up

Get on pink molly, I wake up

No bakery, I got my cake up

If it’s up then it’s stuck, I don’t makeup

I dropped the top on the foreign machine tryna' catch me a breeze

I walk out the bank with them racks, yeah I do it with ease

I put that shit on, that’s a fact, yeah I’m Mr. Clean

Shawty your ass way too fat, how you get that in them jeans?