Baddies in ATL

Turnt up in ATL
Can't even guard me
Crossed him up and tore his acl
This might just be my favorite year, my auntie rang the bell
Cancer free and that's on me
That's what I love to see
I got some friends out on the east, we turnt in NYC
Shake it, cause she know I ball
Break it, yes break it down
Take it, bout my time I never stall

The streets I give her right back
Like Mike Jack, live off the wall
Abandonment, I must admit
Add yeast, my dough expanding it

Always staying out the way because that fake, wasn't fan of it
Took a trip to MIA, lay on the beach
Let's tan a bit
Look like I had took a hit and no I ain't gone fumble it
Wise words from 2niceo
Flex on the old then take a pic

Left that phone unlocked, I cannot see like Stevie Wonder
I don't take it as a bummer, I worked all summer
Outchea tryna be a stunner, I want all commas
Out here searching for some real but they all common

Yes I love my fresh fruit but I can't eat it rotten
Might go crazy in my head but never crash like kamikaze
Like my women grown, say she stretch
Love to do Pilates
White pants with black belt, you would've thought i knew karate

Really rap the words I think
You mean
Say what's on your mind
New engine I got me a rocket
Caught in the picture, was hoping she crop it
2nice my contraband
Watch your pockets, watch your bands
Never listen to the banter
All the baddies from Atlanta

Turnt up in ATL
Can't even guard me
Crossed him up and tore his acl
This might just be my favorite year, my auntie rang the bell
Cancer free and that's on me
That's what I love to see
I got some friends out on the east
We turnt in NYC
Shake it, cause she know I ball
Break it, yes break it down
Take it, bout my time I never stall

The streets I give her right back
Like Mike Jack, live off the wall
Abandonment, I must admit
Add yeast, my dough expanding it



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Writer(s): Bryson Ivy
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