11:30 in Atlanta Lyrics

I'm not asking for favors I'll do it myself

Step by myself I ain't needing no help

I keep GG up under my belt but these niggas be babies I'll take off my belt

Y'all know my gang we put shit on the shelf

EBK shit make sure nobody's left

Don't make me mad, when I get mad ima squeeze on that chop

Til that motherfucker melt

Til the barrel is blazing

Fuck is you saying

I got this bitch out at every occasion

Even in places of business that's far from the trenches where I should be acting Caucasian

Free lil bruh, Free young thug

Free lil bruh lil bruh a young thug

Bruh nineteen wit a Glock nineteen & they both underage but they both in the club

Glock four-o it's a big two four and that bitch hit hard like the boy nick Chubb

Nigga wanna talk bout me so bad I ain't did shit to him man dawg need a hug

Fuck is she on

Fuck did you thought

Fuck did she thought I was fucking her raw

Ain't got no condom ain't fuckin at all

Hope you like sharks bitch we bouta watch jaws

I want some head

Play in my dreads

Suck me so good that it feel like I'm dead

Niggas be pussy it is what it is

Niggas be pussy I said what I said

Niggas be pussy I said what I said

Don't get a vest for yo chest when it's smoke get a helmet you gone need some shit for yo head

We got them pencils, clip full of lead

Shooting at heads we ain't hitting for legs

I was fifteen I was gone off the meds I'll hop on a bike wit lil bro on my pegs

I'll hop on a flight wit yo bitch in my bed

I'll hop on a flight leave to bitch at my crib

Damn I just lied bitch you kicked out the crib

Bitch damn near can't even know where I live

Bitch probably leave if I go do a bid

Put me on child support we have a kid

I ain't even tripping it is what it is

Bitch I'm a gangsta that's just how we live

Fourth of July on the block eating ribs

Wit a chop in the car that can tear off a limb

I'm really him so them niggas be talking bout him but they never be talking to him

I'm they type nigga that bring me a gun to a workout he brought him a Glock to the gym

Middle the summer I left my gun at the crib he bouta get stomped in the Timbs

He bought a gun lil brudda stole damn he bouta come buy it again

Them niggas tried, I let it fire, they never tried it again

I can get a nigga touched like ten ways

We been really outside since tenth grade

Lil bro lift dracs he don't lift weight

Give a fuck if a nigga stand six eight

He'll still up put it to the bitch face

Put a bitch ass nigga in a bitch place

Same gun same car just switched plates

Bouta relocate bouta switch states

Bro like my bitch we can switch dates

Take a bitch out to eat get a big steak

Young nigga really eating on a big plate

Tryna stop my wave you a bit late

Cool nigga you don't wanna make the mood change

Big drac in the hand make the room shake

Probably fuck a nigga bitch & her roommate

& for me that's a normal ass Tuesday on gang