Untitled (Atlanta & La Laiterie) lyrics

[Intro]
Get your lady cop
Piff, inhale & cough
Rip the label off this
Picked the road that got twists
I'm holdin' my di*k & playin' cautious

[Verse 1]
I'ma show you how it's done right n*gga
Drop this when the sunlight gone
Better run right home when the sky turn black
Screaming f*ck five-o til' my line go flat
& That ash gray bimmer
People will be calling at the pigeon coop
Jack knife b*tches to they couches in they living room
Ask who the best & I doubt that they picking you
Back like Caillou & the style, I invented you
Act like you don't know the name
Only time I ain't mute
When the choke just stanky
Listening to Pre getting dome while I lane switch
b*tches by the three licking coke off the pavement
Poster child you 'posed to hate me
Bold & wild you broke & angry my n*gga'
Name gettin' bigger than the n*gga' from [?]
n*ggas is fake I limit the features I give em'
SWEAT (SWEAT!) SHIRT (SHIRT!)
You know you famous when the n*ggas that surround you switch
And If they hatin' then they'll pass the titts
Now they houndin' di*k & You ain't ask for this
Now you surrounded with a gaggle of a hundred f*cking thousand kids
Who you can't be mad when they want a pound or pic
Cause they the reason that the paper in your trousers thick
And They the reason that the paper in your trousers thick
I said, SWEAT (SWEAT!) SHIRT (SHIRT!)
You can tell the reaper I'ma meet him when he send for me
With a cleaver and a thirty & Some twisted weed
I'm thick blooded, let the crimson leak n*gga'
[Verse 2]
You used to say you liked violins
And your lifestyle depends on me
And I know it's night time when you get lonely
And tell all your little friends how that b*tch stole me
And despite all of the facts that you got phony
You gon' tell em' bout' the night that you exposed me
For the bast*rd I was & how I probably smashed every b*tch
That I passed in the club in the last couple months
Was it worse cause I smashed all the trust
That I earned in the past couple months
That we had as a couple
My absence of fuss was a problem
That we ain't never really get to solve
We just smashed then we scuffled
Try and keep it calm but I snap at you
Now you taking all your property back
And It's obvious that apart from the fact
That we f*ck and it’s bomb, man I hate when you home, Man, I hate when you home
And when I'm gone I don't call cause you nag
Man I'm going through the sh*t & I bought you some sh*t
What you offering here?