Lyrics:
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Paint my nails black let's go out
Inhale and then slow down
Speed up til we burn out
I can tell by the way they push
They're not even feeling
I
really know the speed I was going just that it wasn't fast enough
Always running behind I never can catch up
I'm breaking down between Amarillo
a bill
Ops like songs I drop em
Girls walk in I clock them
I was on the M4 speed I'm reaching said there ain't no stopping
Ice my neck might freeze off
Pulled up beside me at the stop sign
My windows roll by hand so you had to sit tight
But when I finally got it you said "let's go for a drive"
I
around wen I put it down
Bossman I'm frm the dirty South
Motor city with them sticks lay down
Real goons will pull up blow yo hole brain out
Colder
by accident
Thinking that you're down when you've never fucking hanged with em
Plus, I never asked Kogz to drop that
You brought it on yourself biting
flex
Only down for gang, no one else, it's fuck the rest
You think you goin' hard but you lame bitch, I am not impressed
.45's got sticks and knives you
the vapours
Houston, Cali, Vegas, ballin' out
Fuck yu haters like Bron
I took my talents down south for that paper
Shout out to Chief and J prince
Your nigga
like a sturdy 8 ball
Damn right I got speed, but I hate the fast lane
Would Rather slow it down and sing it with that twang
A hard days work
level
Down south niggas still we known fo chopping ki's
in grams bagging quarters in bundles, niggas mumble and rumble
Soldiers strap fo G's fo combat in
and shit (OK)
A lot of my niggas we be ridin' tha speed light (OK)
Get out on our feet (OK)
[Chorus: x2]
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta
too fast
Red and blue
Light em all up
Catch a case, the ops, Blood, or the Crips
Fast and Furious, heading down south
Track me down, you'll never ever
TRU SHIT
Production By Solo Beats
Comin Down Smokin Green/Makin My Cream Servin Fiends/Sippin On Lean Then Pop A Bean 2 Project PT Ghetty
I'm feeling to light this tree
You scope for CHP
Nothing stop the function
Not even freeway speeds
Hotbox the HiAce
We don't need AC
Crack
I can't fake a verb
I'm about to make it worse
Bodies moving round me down to shake the earth
I'll bang it first but who needs to know
This a new beat
(Hellrell)
By the time this shit touch the streets
Ill prolly be shackeled down on the bus wit beats
But imma ride anyway
Get high anyway, and let my vvs
Hottest in the city so I gotta hold the jungle down
Used to be a rush now Im stuck in the stampede
Been lightening quick with immaculate hand speed
Early
I'm sorry loss
Dropped down tears leaking
Like what the fuck happened
In the whip speed racing
Used my shirt as a napkin
to breathe!
Tell me how this all seems right
Another family who cries at night...
Why did you shoot so many rounds?
Please for once put your guns down...
Don't
I got to believe in God
Cause ain't nobody else gon help me out
Except my mama and my daddy, I'm up in the south
Right now? I just left a mental
get behind my high speed I'm out
On the block everyday from north to the south
Niggas, niggas, snatching this chain, it must be all them drugs
Know he
a third of me
These OG Cigarette loading boat speed, Flow through the water i ain'S taking no orders
Hell of a qouter have it dropped by the morning,
Hell
like it's water
I party with the cartel sons and daughters
And I make one phone call down south just to close your mouth
Drink coffee like it's water
Then we breezing the law
Blowing that weed from my jaw
G's up hoe's down
East Side to by dog
(East Side)
All the time man
Thanks for even asking
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