ASTM (Atlanta Straight To Mars)
Ayyyyy
Yeahhhh
But we takin off
Ay
Atlanta Straight to Mars
Ay
Look mama
I'm famous
Same team I came with
Big crib
That bitch spac-ious
Ballin like trae young and em
Still not a player
Feel like Pun and em
I'm son'n em
Wait
Side note
Don't play with me
And watch what you say to me
Ion take the shit lightly
Yeah
But we takin off
Ay
Atlanta Straight to Mars
Ay
Ain't no question
How we movin bitch
We really doin this
It's up
Ain't no defusin shit
No gasin
But we fuelin shit
Abusin shit
Step on ya
Get somebody to check on ya
Bry why they slept on ya
Cuz you sick
Keep that check on ya
Woah
Wrist Baptized
Damn these diamonds fuckin holy
All that hatin and shit
Gon kill you slowly
You bout it
Bout it
But
You gon have to show me
Yo actions don't line up
With what you told me
You phony
Why it gotta be this way
Home owned
That's real estate
Stayed solid
Til this day
Yeah
Ask the fam
Yeah we living straight
Separate the leeches
They diseases
We don't tolerate
Bry
Look mama
I'm famous
Same team I came with
Big crib
That bitch spac-ious
Ballin like trae young and em
Still not a player
Feel like Pun and em
I'm son'n em
Wait
Side note
Don't play with me
And watch what you say to me
Ion take the shit lightly
Yeah
But we takin off
Ay
Atlanta Straight to Mars
Ay
Yeahhhh
But we takin off
Ay
Atlanta Straight to Mars
Ay
Look mama
I'm famous
Same team I came with
Big crib
That bitch spac-ious
Ballin like trae young and em
Still not a player
Feel like Pun and em
I'm son'n em
Wait
Side note
Don't play with me
And watch what you say to me
Ion take the shit lightly
Yeah
But we takin off
Ay
Atlanta Straight to Mars
Ay
Ain't no question
How we movin bitch
We really doin this
It's up
Ain't no defusin shit
No gasin
But we fuelin shit
Abusin shit
Step on ya
Get somebody to check on ya
Bry why they slept on ya
Cuz you sick
Keep that check on ya
Woah
Wrist Baptized
Damn these diamonds fuckin holy
All that hatin and shit
Gon kill you slowly
You bout it
Bout it
But
You gon have to show me
Yo actions don't line up
With what you told me
You phony
Why it gotta be this way
Home owned
That's real estate
Stayed solid
Til this day
Yeah
Ask the fam
Yeah we living straight
Separate the leeches
They diseases
We don't tolerate
Bry
Look mama
I'm famous
Same team I came with
Big crib
That bitch spac-ious
Ballin like trae young and em
Still not a player
Feel like Pun and em
I'm son'n em
Wait
Side note
Don't play with me
And watch what you say to me
Ion take the shit lightly
Yeah
But we takin off
Ay
Atlanta Straight to Mars
Ay
Credits
Writer(s): Bry Frederick
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