Atlanta (feat. Killkan)

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She a bad mama jama
High as a hawk but I ain't from Atlanta
Feeling like MC bitch you can't touch this hammer
She in love with them trappers and them scammers
Yak wasn't cappin' pimpin' ain't easy
Don't call me twin bitch I'm feelin' like Peezy
I'm smokin' good gas and that shit got me wheezing
So sick of these lame niggas I'm sneezing

I'm cold with this shit, bitch, you think I'm anemic
Tj shooting them shots out a demon
Gave her that dick and that lil' hoe she screaming
Ice on my neck so these lil' hoes creaming
I ain't from Phoenix, these niggas my sons
If I call up Kan he get you done
Slide in all black like a motherfuckin' nun
Bad lil' bitch eat me up honey bun

Put down them guns, bitch, I wanna punch
Pourin' up wock drink that shit like some punch
Play with my niggas get smoked like some runts
Hollow tips eat you up like your lunch
Too official Lil Tre he a ref
Get to the green like Shrek
If he move foul, hit his ass with a tec
I'm feelin' like Khaled you know I'm the best

He like to fidget, but we like to spin
Make me ten bands then go do it again
I'm gettin' lit off the Gin and the Hen
I'm from the murda where we get groovy and bend
I'm a pop star and she poppin' that pussy
She sucked me up, but I ain't eat the cookie
New to this shit, bitch, I ain't a rookie
I pop out for money and you playin' hooky

Uh, Uh
Yeah, Yeah
My niggas on go, my nigga a crash you
He f*ck around pop a perk, he just might shoot up a show
We got Choppas and Clippers
My Choppa  too big, I think I bought Clifford
553 and this hoe shoot a missile
My gun got a mag, got it stuffed like a pickle
Be still my 762s, that ain't missin

My killer, he want him a bone
It ain't shit my niggas say he want you gone
All black gen my niggas showed me through the phone
Luh Merrick can clip though, he tryna get it off chrome
I'm steady smokin' that dope and it's strong
Your bitch like my smell she want my cologne
I ain't goin' out sad I ain't never do shit on the phone
The only thing I ever did was sit down and write me a song

He wanna  get high, put the bitch in a bong
I'm steady slangin' my chrome
I got the G-Nikes with the all-white
Yo' bitch said she like it, she said it's some slight

Bitch know we in war, I'ma suit up like a knight
I'm tryna give this lil' bitch here the pipe
My brodie don't fight, told him put the pipe down
My brodie said no, cause he tryna take lil bro life
Bitch I'ma kill him, it's far from a might
I get high off them drugs and hop on the mic
Wait, hold up, my play callin I gotta bike

When you get in the streets, nigga, know it ain't nothin' polite
I'm tryna put the boy up like it's Skype
If you play with them niggas, you gon' lose your life
I'm swingin' my Glock and my FN with all my might
So test me nigga you just might die, gang

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