ATL
I've been on the way, I've been on my way, I've been on my way
I feel like MJ the way I'ma gamble, I've been through much shit, baby, you cannot
handle, Like I carry the spin back, yeah, the way
I be handled, Broke my heart in pieces, then I got left with
Louis V, my jeans, baby, I got all this shit, like they workin' for me
ayy, All these niggas wanna be like me, ayy
Got a drop top coupe, I can't swerve in the KIA, ayy
Got a bad bitch from Atlanta, Freaky bad bitch, yeah, she don't got manners
Whole lot of red, I'm not talkin' no Santa, Back in the day, didn't live in my house
I had to go stay with my Nana, All of these niggas, they probably got manners
These bitches too easy, I ain't got no standards, Can't see these hoes, no cape, I am not Green lantern
I know shorty wanna be with me, I gave my heart, now I promise I won't leave
I stay in friends, these niggas not takin' my lead
Gun, I'm gonna let off, that's that Glock 19
Money so tall, that shit on Yao Ming,
She mad at me, cause I told her I'm doin' my thing
Five, five, six, they'll aim right at your spleen
Been too rich, ain't never been worried bout cream
All these niggas, they get weak up in that bean
You know how it get, I'm ballin' so hard for my team
Not talkin' no playoffs, but all of my niggas got ring
Don't want you to stay on my vessel
Young nigga won't kill me if he get too close, I promise I'll stretch him
Baby, I don't wanna fight at a place, I just wanna caress you
We play cops and robbers, baby, I hear from the back, I arrest you
I don't wanna get too far in this shit, baby, I just wanna bless you
Fall in my arms, baby, I will catch you, Louis V, my jeans, baby
I got all this shit, like they workin' for me, ayy
All these niggas wanna be like me, ayy
Got a drop top coupe, I can't swerve in the KIA, ayy
Got a bad bitch from Atlanta, freaky bad bitch, she dont got no manners
Whole lot of red im not talking bout Santa
Back in addiction, livin' my house out, I ain't gon' stay with my nana
All of these niggas, they probably got manners
It's been two weeks, they don't got no standards
Can't swerve in the key, I am not Green Lantern
I feel like MJ the way I'ma gamble, I've been through much shit, baby, you cannot
handle, Like I carry the spin back, yeah, the way
I be handled, Broke my heart in pieces, then I got left with
Louis V, my jeans, baby, I got all this shit, like they workin' for me
ayy, All these niggas wanna be like me, ayy
Got a drop top coupe, I can't swerve in the KIA, ayy
Got a bad bitch from Atlanta, Freaky bad bitch, yeah, she don't got manners
Whole lot of red, I'm not talkin' no Santa, Back in the day, didn't live in my house
I had to go stay with my Nana, All of these niggas, they probably got manners
These bitches too easy, I ain't got no standards, Can't see these hoes, no cape, I am not Green lantern
I know shorty wanna be with me, I gave my heart, now I promise I won't leave
I stay in friends, these niggas not takin' my lead
Gun, I'm gonna let off, that's that Glock 19
Money so tall, that shit on Yao Ming,
She mad at me, cause I told her I'm doin' my thing
Five, five, six, they'll aim right at your spleen
Been too rich, ain't never been worried bout cream
All these niggas, they get weak up in that bean
You know how it get, I'm ballin' so hard for my team
Not talkin' no playoffs, but all of my niggas got ring
Don't want you to stay on my vessel
Young nigga won't kill me if he get too close, I promise I'll stretch him
Baby, I don't wanna fight at a place, I just wanna caress you
We play cops and robbers, baby, I hear from the back, I arrest you
I don't wanna get too far in this shit, baby, I just wanna bless you
Fall in my arms, baby, I will catch you, Louis V, my jeans, baby
I got all this shit, like they workin' for me, ayy
All these niggas wanna be like me, ayy
Got a drop top coupe, I can't swerve in the KIA, ayy
Got a bad bitch from Atlanta, freaky bad bitch, she dont got no manners
Whole lot of red im not talking bout Santa
Back in addiction, livin' my house out, I ain't gon' stay with my nana
All of these niggas, they probably got manners
It's been two weeks, they don't got no standards
Can't swerve in the key, I am not Green Lantern
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Writer(s): Robert Pearson
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