ATL Lyrics

(Bowsy)

Hold on

Oh I'm on my phone I'm texting

Gang

Hey Swimmy

Look

And I just touched down in ATL

Niggas stay on the block like Rudy Gobert

Stay to myself I don't care what you hear

Bullets hitting his chest like we hitting a snare

Trapping and trapping and trapping and trapping

I jugg and finesse I don't care what I wear

All that I got earned that shit on my own

So when I come up I don't gotta share

Fuck up his credit to run up my debit

This tension is real so we never gone dead it

Ready to score like Eli Reddick

Don't give your opinion lil bro this ain't Reddit

Hit from the back and I pull her extensions

I beat up her pussy and call up the medic

Text me she need it I told her I'm ready

But she got a man so she delete the message

He wanna fight but the glizzy gone spark

Back out my knife and I aim for your heart

She blow my dick yeah she blow like a dart

Me and my gang tryna run up them charts

Smoking on Runtz I ain't smoking a cart

Smoking that reggie it smell like a fart

Smoking that dope and I ran up them narcs

This a new v we just push it to start

All of my niggas on court

Reese up the glizzy you know that he ready for war

Bro when the fuck did you score

Im sipping Henny not ready to pour up the four

Fuck her then show her the door

Fuck what you got lil nigga I'm working for more

I be in all stores

Driving the boat now she riding my dick like a whore

She in the street she be keeping it classy

My bitch bad boujee and nasty

Talk on my name but he never gone at me

Glizzy gone spark make him run like a track meet

I wrote this shit at a drive thru at Zaxby's

My bitch a meal she making me happy

He got no bag so he feeling crappy

That boy in love that nigga a claffy

Making him duck I'm calling him daffy

Yeah I'm a chuck you know I ain't passing

Said that he rich that nigga capping

Niggas is weird so watch who you dapping

Bitch I'm a rapper this shit a passion

Thought of a plan I'm making it happen

Over a bitch this nigga want static

If he want beef we letting him have it

Beef with my brothers and we causing havoc

Bitches be on me I feel like a magnet

Bitch I ain't randy I feel like a savage

Flight to Orlando and ball like the Magic

Bro wanna slap then I kick the assist

Call up lil Stizzy you know how he get

Play with my gang you get popped like a cyst

And we up on the site tryna hit me a glitch

Uh

Gang

Uh

Lets go

Lets go

Lets go

Lets go