Atlanta ft. Killkan Lyrics

She a bad mama jama

High as a hawk but I ain't from Atlanta

Feeling like MC bitch you can't touch this hammer

She in love with them trappers and them scammers

Yak wasn't cappin' pimpin' ain't easy

Don't call me twin bitch I'm feelin' like Peezy

I'm smokin' good gas and that shit got me wheezing

So sick of these lame niggas I'm sneezing

I'm cold with this shit, bitch, you think I'm anemic

Tj shooting them shots out a demon

Gave her that dick and that lil' hoe she screaming

Ice on my neck so these lil' hoes creaming

I ain't from Phoenix, these niggas my sons

If I call up Kan he get you done

Slide in all black like a motherfuckin' nun

Bad lil' bitch eat me up honey bun

Put down them guns, bitch, I wanna punch

Pourin' up wock drink that shit like some punch

Play with my niggas get smoked like some runts

Hollow tips eat you up like your lunch

Too official Lil Tre he a ref

Get to the green like Shrek

If he move foul, hit his ass with a tec

I'm feelin' like Khaled you know I'm the best

He like to fidget, but we like to spin

Make me ten bands then go do it again

I'm gettin' lit off the Gin and the Hen

I'm from the murda where we get groovy and bend

I'm a pop star and she poppin' that pussy

She sucked me up, but I ain't eat the cookie

New to this shit, bitch, I ain't a rookie

I pop out for money and you playin' hooky

Uh, Uh

Yeah, Yeah

My niggas on go, my nigga a crash you

He fuck around pop a perk, he just might shoot up a show

We got Choppas and Clippers

My Choppa too big, I think I bought Clifford

553 and this hoe shoot a missile

My gun got a mag, got it stuffed like a pickle

Be still my 762s, that ain't missin

My killer, he want him a bone

It ain't shit my niggas say he want you gone

All black gen my niggas showed me through the phone

Luh Merrick can clip though, he tryna get it off chrome

I'm steady smokin' that dope and it's strong

Your bitch like my smell she want my cologne

I ain't goin' out sad I ain't never do shit on the phone

The only thing I ever did was sit down and write me a song

He wanna get high, put the bitch in a bong

I'm steady slangin' my chrome

I got the G-Nikes with the all-white

Yo' bitch said she like it, she said it's some slight

Bitch know we in war, I'ma suit up like a knight

I'm tryna give this lil' bitch here the pipe

My brodie don't fight, told him put the pipe down

My brodie said no, cause he tryna take lil bro life

Bitch I'ma kill him, it's far from a might

I get high off them drugs and hop on the mic

Wait, hold up, my play callin I gotta bike

When you get in the streets, nigga, know it ain't nothin' polite

I'm tryna put the boy up like it's Skype

If you play with them niggas, you gon' lose your life

I'm swingin' my Glock and my FN with all my might

So test me nigga you just might die, gang