Decatur Lyrics

Ayy, who made it

Lil' I made it

Yeah

From the chap to the flat, nigga

Ayy, sac this one right here, this is one

One of dem sac, No cap

From the chop to the flat

We talkin' facts lets count da racks

I fuck that bitch didn' call her back

I text her when I need that neck

Three in a Kobe, that bitch wet

Designer gang, I got the set

Know who I am, we never met

I'm in Decater with this shit

I'm in Decater with this shit

Boring road, Waldrop Flat shoals

Designer clothes, designer weed, designer hoes

Why he told me man I don't know

That boy a ho, man, I dont, know, that boy ain't Joe

Finna be rich, so we let the drink po'

In Decatur with this shit, I walk in Chevron with the blick

Get out exit 66 like you comin' from Candler

Two bitches with me, but I'm not these hoes handler

Block a, bitch, you go against this shit, Tyson Chandler

Call me Big Daddy, bitch, my name Adam Sandler

Good in the Decater like I'm good in Atlanta

And this drink a hit, I did a feature with a Fanta

From the chap to the flat

We talkin' facts lets count the racks

I fuck that bitch did'n call her back

I text her when I need that neck

Three in a Kobe that bitch wet

Designer gang, I got the set

Know who I am, we never met

I'm in Decater with this shit

I'm in Decater with this shit

I'm in Decater with this shit