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ATL!
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ATL! was released on March 13, 2026 by THREESIXTY ENT. as a part of the album ATL! - Single
March 13, 2026
LabelTHREESIXTY ENT.
LanguageEnglish
BPM80
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

I heard that boy talkin' shit, boy, watch your grammar
I be hangin' with them killers and them fuckin' scammers
Bob The Builder came through with a fuckin' hammer
And I got a drum mag when I'm in Atlanta
Creep up in this ****'s chimney like I'm fuckin' Santa
Fuck **** ran down, should've never ran up
Hit him in his leg with fire, now he cannot stand up
Forty knock him in his top, look like he got cancer
Yeah, I can't breathe
Yeah, I wanna go home
And I smoke weed I'm inside the ozone
Used to front lean I-I feel just like Frozone
And my mama found out then she told me"Get out"
****, what you 'bout
I got a hundred rounds
And we gon' break it to y'all safe, and then we gun you down
**** talk crazy, the fuck you talkin' bout?
I get straight to the point ain't do no run around
Yeah, I went down to hell with them bloodhounds
Silenced ARP on me, it do not make a sound
Want to rumble with the gang, boy you a fuckin' clown
**** steady talkin' on me, what is that about?
I heard that boy talkin' shit, boy, watch your grammar
I be hangin' with them killers and them fuckin' scammers
Bob The Builder came through with a fuckin' hammer
And I got a drum mag when I'm in Atlanta
Creep up in this ****'s chimney like I'm fuckin' Santa
Fuck **** ran down, should've never ran up
Hit him in his leg with fire, now he cannot stand up
Forty knock him in his top, look like he got cancer
Redneck sold me a gun from Alabama
Cur-Curved clip in this Glock look like banana
He-He talkin' down, don't be surprised if we ban you
Shoot, shoot the battle bus down, where you tryna land at
Ice on me, that shit bust down, don't need no chain, yuh
I don't owe these **** shit, I don't pay up
You-You got counterfeit bills, ain't no payroll
Any real bands that you got, ain't no bankroll
Like I'm in Payday 2, I need that payload
If he talk down on my set, give him halo
And they smoke loud, but I spray loud
Two bad bitches look like Snooki and J-Wow
I heard that boy talkin' shit, boy, watch your grammar
I be hangin' with them killers and them fuckin' scammers
Bob The Builder came through with a fuckin' hammer
And I got a drum mag when I'm in Atlanta
Creep up in this ****'s chimney like I'm fuckin' Santa
Fuck **** ran down, should've never ran up
Hit him in his leg with fire, now he cannot stand up
Forty knock him in his top, look like he got cancer
Written by: Jakeb Lindsey
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