Burnin´ trap canna Got spots in Atlanta I´m ridin´ down I´m burnin´ on Cane My blicks ain´t jam
Got six gun cannisters We Indo fam I got Atlanta Ridin´ down track, got ten P´s on me
Six different iPhones I got easy Bait one, drain one, it´s too easy Futuristic spaceship, niggas is easy Feds tryin´ to intercept package 100k inside the dresser drawer That shit perfect I swear she ain´t got a flaw Ain´t no flossin´, you know I spit that raw Where I´m from, yeah you know we gon´ break the law Going up on lil fire I want that neck Since he thinks that he tough, I´ma break his neck Aaron Rodgers, I´m putting green on the jet On the Eastside, I be puttin´ on, fuck the set
Where I´m from, I´m the man, a fucking legend Gotta keep that shit real with my fam and brothers Pushin´ Indo go spit that shit like a reverend Sticking dick in this tall bitch, she 5´11 I´m the master my number is 27 Got the tropical punch for the 27 I got killas inside the A I be Nigga Fuck this music, I be movin´ them units I roll my sleeves up, I run through ´em On the call on FaceTime, ridin´ with the black 9 Backhand hit you from the backside Bowlegged Charger yeah you cap Nigga try me, gon´ get his ass capsized Oh you get money, yeah nigga likewise Me and shorty locked in we got soul ties
I be on the shroom boys I don´t do the perctens
I was in the foreign car trappin´ after days end I was in the hood havin´ You can get a P for that nigga quit Playin´ You wasnt fuckin´ with Alpha Bay quit Playin´
Still eating hot fries, you don´t know real pain till you see a friend die I was catching 100 bag plays with a bad eye
Rich already, a nigga ain´t gotta spit rhymes
Burnin´ trap canna Got spots in Atlanta I´m ridin´ down I´m burnin´ on Cane My blicks ain´t jam Got six gun cannisters We Indo fam I got Atlanta
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