ATL Sideshow Lyrics

Lil bitch I been had the wave

I'm tryna get back in my mode

I been Chit chattin Wit quake We been Talkin About puttin Plaques in our homes

Yeah, Ay

I go by Cola Fuckin D flip it around you know the name and that's on gang ha

Been bout it

Get in a jam and we spin out it

Get in a jam and we spin out it

Get in a jam and we spin out it

Been bout it

Been bout it

Get in a jam we gone spin out it

Get in a jam we gone spin out, Get in a jam we gone spin out it

They mad

That's cause they know that I state facts

Laid back

Still come thru cleaner than Ajax

Better pray that, we don't come pop out where you stay at

Cause u talkin crunchy on gram showed the shit to my fam bro u know we don't play that

Atlanta Nigga talkin shit, send them hot ones at his A's cap

Where he hang is where is brains at Where u standin where u lay at

Straight facts

I'm just tryna swing the maybach ay jack bitch I'm wavey like a wave cap

When they hear this they gone play back Say hi yo bitch she gone wave back

Bitch I ain't street but ain't sweet and they know that

Throw up one fist black as hell like I'm Kodak

Been in this pit tryna get me this flow back ain't trippin on shit but they know that we on that

When I'm outside gotta play it strategic they like to take offense so watch me play defense

Know she gone fuck on me based off the pretense she eye fuckin me when we at every event

Tryna Blow up

Get in that thang and do donuts

I'm tryna go up and go nuts

Got no time for sittin on sofas

Wait they made a mistake

Who told yo ass shake the soda

Made the wrong move

Let's get it poppin

Who told yo ass shake the soda

Been bout it

Get in a jam and we spin out it

Get in a jam and we spin out it

Get in a jam and we spin out it

Been bout it

Been bout it

Get in a jam we gone spin out it

Get in a jam we gone spin out, Get in a jam we gone spin out it

They gone throw shots at the party

In this bitch let's get it started, um hmm

Tell that man shop wit dacari he need him a hook I'm the hardest, um hmm

I'm not regular artist

Bitch I'm the cheat code on these pro tools

Up for so many days do it in so many ways watch how a young nigga show you

Thirsty for blood (Thirsty for Blood)

I'm in a mood to come kill the game

I'm back in the city it feel kinda shitty my niggas is gone it don't feel the same

He poppin pills he don't feel the pain

His brotha gone and he feel ashamed

Forever indebted now he gotta weapon he steppin, niggas gone feel the rain

Cola D yeah they know it's me but I come thru on some coo and some chill shit

That switch on his Glock turn his shit to a chop

Lil bro tryna come kill shit

It Ain't his first time on a field trip

Bitch it can get ugly real quick

Pillow talkin got him killed quick

They Always taught me to have sealed lips

Been bout it

Get in a jam and we spin out it

Get in a jam and we spin out it

Get in a jam and we spin out it

Been bout it

Been bout it

Get in a jam we gone spin out it

It's a sequel

And Again

And Again

And Again

And Again

And Again

And Again

We gone Spinna Benz when we bend

We gone spin again get his friend

We gone spin it Again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again until we get his friend

Again and again until we get his friend