ATL Freestyle 2 (feat. Luh Tyler & Rob49)

I was gon' talk to y'all niggas, man But I forgot I don't even talk to niggas (yeah) who don't make 15 hunnid a day Fuck no bitches, or wear no designer (at all) Y'all niggas' phone slow as hell, man, don't think about me, man I'll get to buyin' niggas (you won't leave him a clue? Please, for my man Taz) yeah (for real) It's a cold game, I'm just warmin' up Shorts one of one, still one and done A young nigga slicin' shit like it's Pizza Hut I got her rushin' out the house, I just beat once Break the pill with me, spilt the bean with me, geek up Rich junkie boy, take a Xan', I'm asleep, bruh Said her biggest dream was givin' head on a tour bus All these bitch tryna get up on me, but I bro'd 'em Ask Trey, man, I spent a dub just on flared pants She ain't know the seats give you hugs in 'em big Benzes All my bitches gotta own a business, I don't fuck strippers (keep that) Tellin'-ass nigga, I'm glad I ain't do no crime with you This a Cali' pack, bust the seal, smell the time difference Ain't no internet beefin' near me, boy, we drop nigga The last skit we did, I think dog dropped a dime on 'em Did a lotta shit to this day 'cause it's Fox footage Yeah, got her runnin' to my house after you beat her up (beat her up) I'm rich and still order hits like I'm Pizza Hut (yeah) He bangin' Crip, but he throw B's in that Bentley truck (in that Bentley truck) You niggas braggin' 'bout 'em hoes we already fucked (yeah) Brrt-brrt-brrt, make sure that bad man die (bad man die) Girl, I'm on the move, just move your drawers to the side (alright) You can tell I'm leanin', I pour fours in a pint (for real) I book her a flight, she think I'm changin' her life (yeah) She ain't know the big body Benz was gon' hug her (yeah) I can't speak to nothin', I be fuckin' in the public (yeah) Unc' an old head, he wrap bricks like a mummy (for real) Wan' kill his whole gang, ten niggas cost a hunnid (yeah) Yeah, niggas on the mic talkin' money, but ain't havin' nothin' (ain't havin' nothin') If she see these bands in my pocket, boy, I know she fuckin' (yeah) All you hear is, "Pew", that's a rocket, better get to duckin' (pew-pew) Think I play for Tampa Bay, I be gettin' bucks in (get 'em bucks in) Get your bitch, she keep blowin' up my phone line (phone line) I'm with Veeze and lil' Rob (yeah), and 'em bros got like four knots (four knots) Lil' nigga showin' ten, I can make that shit in no time (no time) She want me to buy a bag, man, you must've lost your whole mind Bitch, I got up on the grind, got 'em bands, and I put it up Dumb nigga spendin' bands on a ho, but ain't even fuck Man, niggas actin' bad on the 'Gram, but ain't even tough Kind of feelin' like I'm Baby, I got all four pockets stuffed (my shit stuffed) I got four pockets full, nigga feel like Baby (feel like Baby) Vulture Island shit, biggest Skii (yeah), nigga, Wavy Navy (Wavy Navy) Nigga brought his bitch to my show, then I hit his lady (hit his lady) Nigga say he wanna book a show, tell the nigga pay me (nigga, pay me) Yeah, gang-gang You know we really havin' over here, man Y'all niggas broke as shit