Dirty Weapon lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Ridin' 'round dirty in a box Chevy
Ridin' 'round the city with a dirty weapon
Ridin' 'round the city with some dirty weapons

[Chorus]
Yuh
This that ATL
We don't God damn, God damn give a f*ck, we carry shells
And we give 'em hell
You do not
God damn talk about the boys

[Verse 1]
We gon' make some f*ckin' noise
All we do is bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
And it's up
f*ck that sh*t, burn it up
We them southern boys
f*ck around and burn it up
I'm a
Southern boy
From the
90's
Please don't
Try me
Yeah
My old school
Family
From the 50's
Wicked wit' it
I know some n*ggas who up semis
I say
Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat
That's my motherf*ckin' rata-tat-tat
Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat
That's my motherf*ckin' set
108, we the best
[?] We beat our chest
[?] f*ck that sh*t
105 to 120, that's the border twin
Watch yo' f*ckin' back twin
[Pre-Chorus]
Ridin' 'round dirty in a box Chevy
Ridin' 'round the city with a dirty weapon
Ridin' 'round the city with some dirty weapons

[Chorus]
Yuh
This that ATL
We don't God damn, God damn give a f*ck, we carry shells
And we give 'em hell
You do not
God damn talk about the boys

[Verse 2]
Yuh

[Pre-Chorus]
Ridin' 'round dirty in a box Chevy
Ridin' 'round the city with a dirty weapon
Ridin' 'round the city with some dirty weapons

[Chorus]
Yuh
This that ATL
We don't God damn, God damn give a f*ck, we carry shells
And we give 'em hell
You do not
God damn talk about the boys