ATW Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

These niggas gone shoot you without looking

Draw down and don't kill, so rookie

School of hard knocks

And you playing hookie

Niggas sweeter than a bowl of some krisp cookies

Niggas wanna roll but they so tootsie

I get them bags off the scale

I know some killers thats black and they white

But none of them whales

I rock the ballys, the animals, the red carousels

I am an animal, lion king

You fairy tale

New wave in town

Im Biggavell

Murder you pussies, then i pick a cell

Snitchin' y'all doing aint sitting well

Fuzz catch me, imma sit in there

I aint coughin' up shit, no sickle cell

Look

Fuck my potna, free the opps

So i could see him blow his top

Keep that chain, keep that watch

Cause cloudy diamonds we don't rock

Im off the curb, I'm in the lot

Bitch so bad i shoot my shot

Fendi shirt, Fendi top

Now she ask if i swipe to shop

I wipe my nose, it wasn't no snot

Free my niggas that sleep in cots

King been there since Hov yelled Roc

Weight on my brain, i hold a lot

I don't think, yeah i overplot

I put that dope in that fold top

I put that pyrex on stove tops

Wait too long imma close shop

I beat that shit out the bowl

Stepped on it til ' it was already swole

You call and its already sold

I hit that trap with that wrap season

Niggas be hating, my pack bleeding

Im a rolling stone and my hat leaving

Nigga im spinning, im not grieving

Run from who

Bitch im not leaving

You don't even know what that beef about

Have me sleeping under them people house

He think he saved by the bell

We gone screech him out

Call me clorox Rada

I'll bleach him out

Me and my nigga

We sip on that whocthart

Toasters on us

We not making no poptarts

Hit a nigga

Now he leaking hot sauce

You know a nigga with the shit

Got girl, boy, and them firesticks

Anything go on, hit a lick

My young nigga running and he got a bomb

Different color tabs like lucky charms

Came in this bitch with the Cullpeppr arm

12 Searching for me like I'm Sadam

9 Trey open trap, please don't ring the alarm

Pussy ass nigga gonna sing 12 a song

Hurricane Harvey, thats all on my wrist

I hit the pot and i started with nicks

Remember growing up

They say i wouldn't be shit

Now i pull up on em in a deep dish

Walk out the jail like that shit was a blessing

Walk out that bitch but i aint learn a lesson

Man fuck 12

Better watch where you're steppin'

Ignorant like Odawg when i hold a weapon

Radaman trap in a figure 4

Mask on, Ray Mysterio

You already know where that dilly go

They heat it on spoons

And they bang it in needles

Took a nap in a regal

I aint judging them people

Pocket rocket in a cell pocket

In a dickies suit with the timbs on

D and G with my lens on

Blood in, blood out what my friends on

Lil bitty bitch, i can't fuck on no demo

Get head in a rental, i cum on her pimples

I drop her by kin folk

I get them digits and memos

Read about it on a kindle

Walk in that bitch like I'm Major

Play on that hoe like a Sega

Fuck on that hoe, i aint gone save her

Im keeping knife like I'm Vega

Im the champ, bitch place a wager

All money green, we gonna take it

I get the extra when i scrape it

Fuck on that hoe, i aint even get naked

Loosen my belt

Pull my shit through the manhole

Ate me up, gave me more than a sample

Loosen my belt

Pull my shit through the manhole

Ate me up, gave me more than a sample