ATL
They ask me " how you doin nigga?" I'm doing good doing well
Cooking up, hoping it'll sell
Surrounded by my niggas and some bad hoes can't ya tell?
It's summer in the ATL
They ask me how you feelin nigga? I'm feelin great feelin swell
Free like we made it out through hell
So pour another shot, gotta duck cops fuck 12!
Its summer in the ATL
Baby come take a dive with CC
Wit the top down, let's take a ride down Peachtree
Wit my hand on ya thigh, ya eyes gone see me
As the next nigga out of the city they wanna be huh
I Passed the arena that I was workin at
Good Will Hunting I left em and I ain't coming back (Never again!)
Unless I'm performing or on a guest list
Or watchin Trae Young drop 30 and 10 assists (Ice Trae!)
Might just go blow me a bag at Wish
Yeezy 7 hundreds, I elevated from swish
I ain't boujee so them Buckhead diners barely exist
I'm from the Eastside hot lemon pepper's my favorite dish
Black Hollywood come look at this
Best chocolate cakes in the world they're chef's kiss
Suns out, buns out, ha it's pure bliss
Don't doubt the chance of me goin home wit your bitch!
I'm from the city of Gunna, Baby and Thugger
Was brought up on that 'Kast, that Tip, Luda and Usher
My city breeds greatness, from Union City to Tucker
Keep it g though, I know I belong with them muhfuckas
Whatever I'll get the bag, then do a show at the Fox
Til then, I'm on the Beltline, Braves hat on the locs
You'd think I was Bobby Cox
I'm coaching 'em how to walk
Cause there's way too many holes how they're stepping they're wearing Crocs
But it's fine, I'm at the pool witcha dime
She got me rubbing Banana Boat on her shoulders and spine
I'm poppin open Coronas then I kick back and unwind
It's summertime in the city, baby it's one of a kind
It's 92 degrees you feel the sun when it shine
I throw the Burberry shades on you'd think I was blind, but baby I'm seein fine
(No seriously I've got 2020)
We in the peach state baby, Georgia been on my mind
They ask me " how you doin nigga?" I'm doing good doing well
Cooking up, hoping it'll sell
Surrounded by my niggas and some bad hoes can't ya tell?
It's summer in the ATL
They ask me how you feelin nigga? I'm feelin great feelin swell
Free like we made it out through hell
So pour another shot, gotta duck cops fuck 12!
Its summer in the ATL
Cooking up, hoping it'll sell
Surrounded by my niggas and some bad hoes can't ya tell?
It's summer in the ATL
They ask me how you feelin nigga? I'm feelin great feelin swell
Free like we made it out through hell
So pour another shot, gotta duck cops fuck 12!
Its summer in the ATL
Baby come take a dive with CC
Wit the top down, let's take a ride down Peachtree
Wit my hand on ya thigh, ya eyes gone see me
As the next nigga out of the city they wanna be huh
I Passed the arena that I was workin at
Good Will Hunting I left em and I ain't coming back (Never again!)
Unless I'm performing or on a guest list
Or watchin Trae Young drop 30 and 10 assists (Ice Trae!)
Might just go blow me a bag at Wish
Yeezy 7 hundreds, I elevated from swish
I ain't boujee so them Buckhead diners barely exist
I'm from the Eastside hot lemon pepper's my favorite dish
Black Hollywood come look at this
Best chocolate cakes in the world they're chef's kiss
Suns out, buns out, ha it's pure bliss
Don't doubt the chance of me goin home wit your bitch!
I'm from the city of Gunna, Baby and Thugger
Was brought up on that 'Kast, that Tip, Luda and Usher
My city breeds greatness, from Union City to Tucker
Keep it g though, I know I belong with them muhfuckas
Whatever I'll get the bag, then do a show at the Fox
Til then, I'm on the Beltline, Braves hat on the locs
You'd think I was Bobby Cox
I'm coaching 'em how to walk
Cause there's way too many holes how they're stepping they're wearing Crocs
But it's fine, I'm at the pool witcha dime
She got me rubbing Banana Boat on her shoulders and spine
I'm poppin open Coronas then I kick back and unwind
It's summertime in the city, baby it's one of a kind
It's 92 degrees you feel the sun when it shine
I throw the Burberry shades on you'd think I was blind, but baby I'm seein fine
(No seriously I've got 2020)
We in the peach state baby, Georgia been on my mind
They ask me " how you doin nigga?" I'm doing good doing well
Cooking up, hoping it'll sell
Surrounded by my niggas and some bad hoes can't ya tell?
It's summer in the ATL
They ask me how you feelin nigga? I'm feelin great feelin swell
Free like we made it out through hell
So pour another shot, gotta duck cops fuck 12!
Its summer in the ATL
Credits
Writer(s): Eugen Boger, Caleb Desamours
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