Monsters Inc. 作词 : Stokeley Goulbourne/Nayvadius Wilburn 作曲 : Stokeley Goulbourne/Nayvadius Wilburn ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob My gang over everything, I ain't gotta think about it twice I'm a thinker, one nighter, it was hittin', smashin' on it twice Pussy hit, I come through, pop up at apartments, yeah Savage shit, **** a bitch all on the carpet, yeah I was geekin' in the nighttime, bitch, I'm iced out, uh-huh Real spill, I comin' through in that nitro, uh-huh Real spill, give a nigga halo, uh-huh Real spill, I'm still goin' after J-Lo, uh-huh Can't go back on my word, when I was served, when I was heard Ain't no turnin' me down when I got it on my nerve Drip on me, I got it on me, I put in on, I'm surfin' Take the drug money, go and trap it on the 'burb I'm off the Earth, I goo berserk, I'm tryna work I'm talkin' national, the hood on National Geographic Cartier, the glasses, the white buff, call these four rackies Super splashy, high fashion Rich nigga send a blitz, ain't gon' sell my soul (Yeah) Bitch nigga, catch ya slippin', nigga wipin' your nose (Wipe) Rich nigga, rich, thinkin' like snowball cone Whip the FedEx, whip the dog, filled with ice to the top Ask my hoe, I done fell in love with Adderall Ain't no tweetin', ain't no post, get a foreign car (Skrrt) Treat my bitch like a ghost, yeah, I'm toxic, huh (Toxic, haha) Yeah, she loyal, then that throat'll need an Audemars Can't forget them days, a nigga wake up in the trap Every time, free my dawg, put me on the (Free my dawg, water) Sippin' on the rrt, with that frrp on my lap (Ayy) ATL Jacob, he a ****in' millionaire Yup, yup, sippin' stuff, yup, Big Gulp, double my cup, yup Mosquito, 'cause these niggas suck, yup Count chicken, we're gettin' the pluck, yup I seem to have lost my thoughts Check the stats, like soda, I Crush Like, "Why the people on my nuts?" Niggas foreign, bitch, I'm always in the cut, yup Hand Cannon like Mega, huh, this not SEGA, huh, huh Maybach, Double Stuf, inside white like Dana, huh, huh I could teach you somethin', they like, "What's your major?" Huh, huh Main protagonist, I'm in that bitch like Eren Yeager, huh 'Setta stone like some hieroglyphics Startin' to flow like a damn picnic Biggest Ski, if we talkin' like a C Y'all niggas can't **** with me Tell a bitch, "Back up, don't step on my Rick," cuff up in a [?], muh****in' kick And the way that they think that they on my level, bacteria, they make me sick So first and foremost, bitch, you can't compare to this Big body in the way that I drive the whip, like a no level one exists I shake shit like a flinch, been hit licks like the Grinch Y'all niggas just the benchwarmers, I can't take you serious Rich nigga send a blitz, ain't gon' sell my soul (Yeah) Bitch nigga, catch ya slippin', nigga wipin' your nose (Wipe) Rich nigga, rich, thinkin' like snowball cone Whip the FedEx, whip the dog, filled with ice to the top Ask my hoe, I done fell in love with Adderall Ain't no tweetin', ain't no post, get a foreign car (Skrrt) Treat my bitch like a ghost, yeah, I'm toxic, huh (Toxic, haha) Yeah, she loyal, then that throat'll need an Audemars