ATR for Life

Pipe that shit up, TNT

You know, I don't really, I ain't hatin' on that gangbanging shit

But you know them young ****, they don't even play

Tellin' you, know what I'm sayin'?

It's cool to go to school, I went to school, you know what I'm sayin'?

You know what I'm sayin'?

(MikeMadeThe808s)

ATL for life

When I say big dawg boss, big dawg boss, you know what I'm sayin'?

What up? What up?

Bitch, I'm, c'mon, man, bitch, you know what's up with me

Brr, hah

Ain't got to pay no shooters, because they paid

Tryna bodybag a **** and that's on Reniyah grave

ATR and we take war shit deeply

I done seen too many fall to let you bitches beat me

Okay, so wipe a ****'s nose or somethin', yeah

Send a **** home or somethin', yeah

Pop a **** dome or somethin', yeah

Get a **** gone or somethin', yeah

Rock out with that chrome or somethin', yeah

Yeah, get a **** gone or somethin', yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Okay, go pop a **** dome or somethin', yeah

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

****, on my brother, I got a cutter with a hundred in it

Hit a **** street with that heat and have him jumpin' fences

Chris got a yopper, he the youngest but the fuckin' dumbest

**** want war with the gang but they ain't got no money

New rental plug, we tinted up, they never seen us comin'

I told lil' bro that I got ten and we can fuckin' run it

Let's go to war, let's go to war, may the best win

For the love of money, I seen best friends kill best friends

Six bands and give a **** three hours, he'll be on the news

I was on my way to Cali when bruh got knocked out his shoes

From my block to your block, **** is gettin' blues

The streets ain't for these lil' boys, you better stay in school

Ain't got to pay no shooters, because they paid

Tryna bodybag a **** and that's on Reniyah's grave

ATR and we take war shit deeply

I done seen too many fall to let you bitches beat me

Okay, so wipe a ****'s nose or somethin', yeah

Send a **** home or somethin', yeah

Pop a **** dome or somethin', yeah

Get a **** gone or somethin', yeah

Rock out with that chrome or somethin', yeah

Yeah, get a **** gone or somethin', yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Okay, go pop a **** dome or somethin', yeah

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

That's what I'm tellin' you, ****

Say what the fuck you want 'bout the gang

I bet you still don't wanna go to war

I bet you don't want no smoke

They ain't got no money to be beefin', man

You **** crazier than a bitch

Yeah, the streets too dry to be tryna go to war with a **** with some money, man

Three, four racks, man, he'll walk right up on your ass

Better stop playin'