ATL Freestyle 1 lyrics

[Intro: Veeze & Rob49]
Gang
Gangerski (Yeah)
Got my n*gga Rob, you know what the f*ck goin' on (Ganger)
Ski
You know that
Can't be f*cked with boys

[Verse 1: Veeze]
I spend so much money, when I leave, these b*tches follow me (These b*tches follow me)
He ain't got ten thousand to his name, that n*gga fallin' off (n*gga ain't got ten)
I got brand new clothes on when I'm shoppin', I'm a grown boss (Swear to God)
Put that button on him, now his body cold, defrost (Grrt)
I told her I love her while I was f*ckin', I was lean talkin' (I was lyin')
I don't like depressed hoes, all my b*tches T'd up (Uh)
Any time I walk by, smell money when the breeze come
Ever since I got rich, hoes do it when I ask once (When I ask once)

[Verse 2: Rob49 & Luh Tyler]
Yeah, ever since I got rich, bad hoes do it when I say somethin' (Phew)
You ain't tryna f*ck us on the spot, you can't sleep here (Yeah)
We been gettin' money way before PSP handhelds (Yeah)
I feel like you gotta catch a body to get your rank up (Buh)
Johnny Manziel, I done touched down to cause hell
I'm pushing good D on my b*tch, nicknamed me Pat Bev' (Yeah)
I'm pushin' pills all in her ass, I'm pullin' her hair
If he ain't tryna kill him, I go kill him myself (Phew)
[Verse 3: Luh Tyler]
No, they ain't give me nothin', I went and got it myself (Myself)
I hit a lil' b*tch once, then put her back on the shelf (Yeah, n*gga)
My bro keep pushin' packs, that n*gga breakin' the scale (On gang)
Bro got the blicky in the party, n*ggas can't even tell
I swear my lil' b*tch heaven-sent, but she be givin' me hell (Damn. yeah)
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, n*gga, don't hit my cell (Don't hit my cell, n*gga, yeah)
My n*gga make sh*t disappear, think he castin' a spell (Poof)
I swear these n*ggas be my sons, don't make me take off my belt (Pew, pew)

[Verse 4: Rob49 & Veeze]
Yeah, she been gassed up since she got that car, she think she her
I just popped a G6, b*tch, I'm tweakin', turn me up
When I'm cheatin' and she leavin', I can't miss a loss
On your P, don't let it breathe, b*tch, put it on your mouth

[Verse 5: Veeze]
Yeah, my b*tch think every b*tch that's in my likes that I done f*cked (I ain't f*ck that b*tch)
Ho, you wanna f*ck that bad, then book the flight yourself
Brodie took so long with bouncin' back, I put him on the shelf
I done spent so much on foreign clothes, I'm damn near speakin' French (Damn near speakin' French)
Girly ass got good brain, man, send this girl to Yale (Send this girl to college)
Devil on my shoulder, man, he talkin' me to death (Ooh-woo)
It's like twenty-five racks gone, that's how my day was spent (n*gga)
Even though I got a thousand hoes, she still think I'm her man
[Verse 6: Luh Tyler]
n*ggas think I signed a deal with Nike, always keep a check (Yeah, I keep a check, n*gga, yeah)
I'm in here freezing, n*gga, I'm so icy, just look at my neck (Ice, ice)
I know this lil' b*tch went to college, I can tell just by her head (n*gga, uh)
Man, why these n*ggas sleepin' on us? Tell 'em get up out the bed (Get out of bed, n*gga)
So many hoes, I feel like Santa, I might pull up on a sled (So many ho, ho, hoes)
n*ggas always run they mouth, but they ain't never talkin' bread

[Outro: Luh Tyler]
Talkin' bread, n*gga, yeah
n*ggas flat, man
Gang, n*gga, skii