ATL for the Summer
Ever wonder where you're homie ended up the day he died
Went and said a prayer, smoked some cookie, we don't cry
Niggas 'round my city moving ruthless with no conscious
Fuck it, became the plug after flipping a couple notches
May the weather blow some luck my way
Heavyweight won't go astray
Greatness in my database
On God I'm in a higher place
Working on my money cause nobody checking for me
Really wanna move but I love Cali 'cause its sunny
What What
Really wanna move but I love Cali 'cause its sunny
Atlanta for the summer, Mitchy showing out on Netflix
Bottles at the club then Waffle House for late night breakfast
If you know you know, ain't gotta question past events
You spent you're stimulus on checks
You're mama struggling for rent
Off an eighth of shrooms I just took Kobe to the vet
Look into my zodiac, we go along with pets
I want Ricky and I demand it
But not really, Godbody on my mental
Push an E430, I could be pushing a Pinto
Free the almighty architect behind the pencil
Can you stand the test of time, a question not to ask
G.O.A.T level, no trouble, this my last dance
And we make money for all the cars and the clothes
I need me time, fuck all the broads I suppose
Don't take laps around the clubs with the hoes
Don't take laps around the club with the hoes
Don't take laps around the club with the hoes
Don't take laps around the club with the hoes
Don't take laps around the club with the hoes
We running plays and calling audibles
Went and said a prayer, smoked some cookie, we don't cry
Niggas 'round my city moving ruthless with no conscious
Fuck it, became the plug after flipping a couple notches
May the weather blow some luck my way
Heavyweight won't go astray
Greatness in my database
On God I'm in a higher place
Working on my money cause nobody checking for me
Really wanna move but I love Cali 'cause its sunny
What What
Really wanna move but I love Cali 'cause its sunny
Atlanta for the summer, Mitchy showing out on Netflix
Bottles at the club then Waffle House for late night breakfast
If you know you know, ain't gotta question past events
You spent you're stimulus on checks
You're mama struggling for rent
Off an eighth of shrooms I just took Kobe to the vet
Look into my zodiac, we go along with pets
I want Ricky and I demand it
But not really, Godbody on my mental
Push an E430, I could be pushing a Pinto
Free the almighty architect behind the pencil
Can you stand the test of time, a question not to ask
G.O.A.T level, no trouble, this my last dance
And we make money for all the cars and the clothes
I need me time, fuck all the broads I suppose
Don't take laps around the clubs with the hoes
Don't take laps around the club with the hoes
Don't take laps around the club with the hoes
Don't take laps around the club with the hoes
Don't take laps around the club with the hoes
We running plays and calling audibles
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Writer(s): Emmanuel Olasogba
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