Lyrics:

[Intro]
AT—
AT—
This some real Pluto shit, nigga
Out the muhf*ckin' mud, nigga, you know what I'm saying?
Out the dirt, nigga, out the soil of this shit
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Yeah

[Verse]
Feeling like a cigarette boat, all this water on me
I was at my big truck, my wrist up, get my dick sucked
When I switch my wrist up, switch my car, switch my bitch up
Every time I hit her, I broke her off then dismissed her
I been counting this paper all day, I'm getting blisters
Roadkill, every time I pop out in a new whip
Gettin' you wacked, niggas ain't running off with my new drip
Rolls hit, lights hit, platinum set, overkill
Killed shit and the nigga ain't have nothing to do with it, over-drill
When you in the field and you innocent, why you over here?
Body count, protocol, thotty count, losing count
Switch the count, large amount, overseas, can't pronounce
Sippin' syrup in a fur, get my dog, walk him down
Details inside of the photo, my fit was twenty thou'
No miles, cashed out, put it up by the time it hit two thou'
Surfing in Hermès, I'm the one they called Pluto-ski
Mix-ski, I just went so deep I made her nose bleed
Lewinsky, she just gave me her throat inside the Rolls-y
If I OD, I'ma be on a Bentley spree, you must not know me

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