Baddie From Atlanta Lyrics

Hold on bitch, wait, where you think you goin' with all that ass

I'm bout to spend a bag, put it on my lap, it's raining cash

Got that heat pass the weed, finna roll some baby

Drippin' sauce, got the juice, finna pour some baby

Baby, shake that ass like you own some baby

Up and down on the pole, need a close-up baby

Riding through your city with the doors up, baby

Lately, I've been going ghost in the ghost, going 80

She been liking all my posts, wanna have Sosa baby

So much blues, you think I'm Loc, but the bands going brazy

How you come in here with all that ass and you ain't gon' shake none

Four pockets full of them blue stacks, you better shake some

Henny, Casamigos, Yak, I'm finna pour some

The way she sliding down the pole, I'm finna throw some

It go up and down, right to left, make me wanna spend a check

Hear sweet nothings in my ear, this hoe bad I don't even care

Fuck with me, won't need a thing, she shake it fast, I'm buying drinks

Pockets filled up like the Brinks, give a fuck bout what broke niggas think

The opps never outside when we slide, where they at

How you say you love me, then go stab me in my back

Get money with my brothers, go ask bro he'll tell you that

She a baddie from Atlanta, so I brought her to the trap

Got that heat pass the weed, finna roll some baby

Drippin' sauce, got the juice, finna pour some baby

Baby, shake that ass like you own some baby

Up and down on the pole, need a close up, baby

Riding through your city with the doors up, baby

Lately, I've been going ghost in the ghost, going 80

She been liking all my posts, wanna have Sosa baby

So much blues, you think I'm Loc, but the bands going brazy

Ayy, get bread on a daily, we the last of 90's babies

Folks done did me shady, so I tinted the Mercedes

How you broke, you lazy, you chasing that thot we not the same, b

You can never play me, I'm a business man like Jay-Z

She's a baddie from Atlanta, she hanging with the dancers

Broke niggas, she can't stand em

Drop that ass and put some hands up

Before I had my bands up, they been calling me handsome

Broke niggas can't stand em, they hold they bitch for ransom

Real niggas got they bands up, don't post it on the gram, huh

Don't care if you notice, tunnel vision, I'm focused

These other niggas bogus, Samuel, he the coldest