Lyrics Layup - Atl Smook

Layup

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?