First Day in Atlanta (feat. OJ Da Juiceman)
Wrap a pack so fucking fast I'll damn near close my eyes
Race the track so fucking fast I might meet my demise
And my trunk be full of highs I hope that twelve don't get behind
You can see it in my eyes, I'm gone put it on the line
It's my first day in Atlanta, linked with Zay and got some fire
Boy this shit so fucking easy, you can barely tell I try
Say you got that shit on hand, I got to see it or you lying
Boy your ass be telling stories, shoot that gun, go home and cry
I might put that bitch on Maury bitch I told you that ain't mine
And some VV's on my neck, got it off of doing crimes
I been in that backseat, boy you ain't do shit but drive
Yeah my scent by Christian Clive, smell me coming from a mile
It's my first day in Atlanta, first day in Atlanta
First day in Atlanta, TSA ain't find my hammer
First day in Atlanta, first day in Atlanta
First day in Atlanta, TSA ain't find my hammer
It's my first day in Atlanta, first day in Atlanta
First day in Atlanta, TSA ain't find my hammer
First day in Atlanta, first day in Atlanta
First day in Atlanta, TSA ain't find my hammer
Trapping in the A, aye, serving with a K
Straight drop glass got a sixty grand play, aye
One take shorty, had to cook it in his face, yeah
Right wrist a trophy but it look like frosted flake, damn
Glock twenty three made it past TSA, yeah
Bricks and the pounds help a nigga get paid
Nigga catch your baby momma best believe she got slayed
Thirty two ENT, put it in they face
Skrt-skrt in the bowl, me and Rio going gold
Know a nigga keep a pole, colder than the north pole
Standing in the kitchen, but I'm posted in a dope hole
Young juice man, dope sold, nigga money fold
It's my first day in Atlanta, first day in Atlanta
First day in Atlanta, TSA ain't find my hammer
First day in Atlanta, first day in Atlanta
First day in Atlanta, TSA ain't find my hammer
It's my first day in Atlanta, first day in Atlanta
First day in Atlanta, TSA ain't find my hammer
First day in Atlanta, first day in Atlanta
First day in Atlanta, TSA ain't find my hammer
Race the track so fucking fast I might meet my demise
And my trunk be full of highs I hope that twelve don't get behind
You can see it in my eyes, I'm gone put it on the line
It's my first day in Atlanta, linked with Zay and got some fire
Boy this shit so fucking easy, you can barely tell I try
Say you got that shit on hand, I got to see it or you lying
Boy your ass be telling stories, shoot that gun, go home and cry
I might put that bitch on Maury bitch I told you that ain't mine
And some VV's on my neck, got it off of doing crimes
I been in that backseat, boy you ain't do shit but drive
Yeah my scent by Christian Clive, smell me coming from a mile
It's my first day in Atlanta, first day in Atlanta
First day in Atlanta, TSA ain't find my hammer
First day in Atlanta, first day in Atlanta
First day in Atlanta, TSA ain't find my hammer
It's my first day in Atlanta, first day in Atlanta
First day in Atlanta, TSA ain't find my hammer
First day in Atlanta, first day in Atlanta
First day in Atlanta, TSA ain't find my hammer
Trapping in the A, aye, serving with a K
Straight drop glass got a sixty grand play, aye
One take shorty, had to cook it in his face, yeah
Right wrist a trophy but it look like frosted flake, damn
Glock twenty three made it past TSA, yeah
Bricks and the pounds help a nigga get paid
Nigga catch your baby momma best believe she got slayed
Thirty two ENT, put it in they face
Skrt-skrt in the bowl, me and Rio going gold
Know a nigga keep a pole, colder than the north pole
Standing in the kitchen, but I'm posted in a dope hole
Young juice man, dope sold, nigga money fold
It's my first day in Atlanta, first day in Atlanta
First day in Atlanta, TSA ain't find my hammer
First day in Atlanta, first day in Atlanta
First day in Atlanta, TSA ain't find my hammer
It's my first day in Atlanta, first day in Atlanta
First day in Atlanta, TSA ain't find my hammer
First day in Atlanta, first day in Atlanta
First day in Atlanta, TSA ain't find my hammer
Credits
Writer(s): Mariano Scardine
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