East of Atlanta Lyrics

Told that bitch ima slide when i'm ready

Fucked this hoe cause our vibe really steady

I'm outside on the East of Atlanta

Hit the spot then we go hit up Benni's

If I fuck swear to God you ain't telling

Smoke my weed now she think that she special

Anything that I wanted i'm getting

Fold this model hoe up like a pretzel

I put glasses on she say "you Tecca"

Me and gang ball like the trifecta

She said "Oli, shit you gotta let up!"

My hoe scamming niggas if I let her

Dior world he in the fucking center

She said "Oli, boy you some special"

Look at all this money ima send her

That's my bitch, I really treat her special

Huh

I'd never switch bout a bitch and that's on God

Patna say "don't hit my phone, think my shit tapped" young nigga do fraud

And if I see twelve i'm moving, I ain't got time for the goddamn laws

I ain't never pressed no bitch, if the hoe wanna leave then that's her loss

Racks-coming you hearing it though

Cash-talkin' you hearin it folks

Bags, bags know i'm getting that dough

Tags, tags we be popping them hoes

Jet lag but what timing i'm on

Fuck with her but ain't cuffing that hoe

Fuck for some then i'm ducking that hoe

Fuck these bitches ain't loving these hoes

Fuck these bitches i'm worried bout dough

In the stu with D-R-A-C-O's

Now-a-days I see a lot of O's

Now-a-days I see a lot hoes

Fuck that nigga heard that nigga told

I ain't never switching on the code

Been getting high since fucking I don't know

Been getting fly since I could buy clothes

I can't be tripping that ain't even my hoe

Don't get too stuck cause bitches come and go

Shawty she shake it drop it on the flo

It's a whole lot of niggas stealing flows

Prods send the pack through, smoke and then I float

All my hoes nasty, like my bitches bold

This lil hoe miss me sending X and O's

Stop all that hating, shit is getting old