All That (with Kodak Black)

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

I pop out a Rolls set, all baguette

I ain't fuckin' with you, bitch, I think I'm all that (swerv')

Hit my accountant, gave him 600 thousand, all checks

Got like six foreign whips, they all black, they all matte

Fuck her and don't call back

She get stressed, now she stressed, she get wet off a text

She get text just for sex, I don't bap, I don't flex (phew)

Then I'm on to the next, I be gone off the neck (huh)

Hit the phone when it's dead, turn the home into black

Eliante, VVS, ain't no Chrome on my neck (you know that)

How he livin' like that? He ain't got no platinum plaques

Swervo pulled up, all roses, me and foe'nem, back to back

We them niggas out the 'Raq, rap, but we don't gotta rap

All black whip to blick the MAC, it ain't nothin' to get you whacked

In the studio with MACs, so I might forget to rap

Where I'm from, like Vietnam, most my bitches from the 'Raq

We just good at postin' a gun, never made them bitches clap

Yeah, ain't really ate nothin' today, but some beans, boy

We ain't gon' tell you that you food, we just gon' eat, boy

Turn me up a little, boy, I can't hear them niggas

You play Malcolm Middle, then you droppin' the rental (hmm)

I ain't no worried 'bout no fake-ass, lame-ass

Suckin' dick for a deal, gay-ass rapper nigga

Like a birthday cake, you get your face smashed, ASAP

Snipers always first to strike, 'cause I don't like to pay back

At racetrack, I'm sellin' gas, Charmin, I'm on niggas ass

Brand new 'Rari, bought it cash, totin' a carbon, I'm with a flash

I run from bitches, fall in love with me too fast

I don't run from smoke, this shit for sure, go ask the task

(ATL Jacob)