SOUTH ATLANTA BABY lyrics

[Intro: DJ Swamp Izzo]
Carti, I ain't gon' lie, my n*gga
This music right here put you in a whole 'nother category
Hahahaha
That's right, we can create our own genre
From now on, don't box us in any category

[Verse: Playboi Carti & DJ Swamp Izzo]
Yeah, Draco sitting out the car, let's go
(Southside Atlanta baby) I told Swamp go and get him some more
Belt to ass, get way out the door, uh
I'm a crack baby, ho, I was raised off dope (Yeah, was raised off dope)
Semis and autos came with a scope
Ooh, jumped out the pothole, add up the score
Ooh, catch a body, get it tatted on your throat (Yeah, yeah)
Everybody with me got two double-0's
I'm a Southside baby, I'm out of control (Yeah)
I'm a Southside baby, got ice in my nose (Southside Atlanta baby)
None of the opps rest, we catch 'em on text and hit 'em in the chest (Huh)
I'm treatin' this ho like a pest, she look like a dog, tell the ho fetch, ha
Talkin' to all my hoes, she talkin' 'bout tattin' my name on her wrist, huh
I been bustin' on this opp ho, she live in the 6, I know it's a risk (Risk)
n*ggas be poppin' that internet, catch 'em in live and take off his licks
I ain't never, ever felt bad for takin' off heads and poppin' my sh*t (Poppin' my sh*t, poppin' my sh*t)
I'll poke a n*gga up like we in Rice, okay, Carti off the sh*ts
Uh, smoke me a cig', hol' up, we back to the blicks (Hol' up)
All that rah-rah, pop you in your lips, get hit up with the blue tip
Outside with the Fefe, we got us a eater, gon' f*ck on the clique (A eater)
Outside G-Shock, we got some re-rock, hol' up, what you tryna get?
All of my cars got BBLs, gotta keep the wide body kit (Yes, sir)
We heard about y'all pus*y-ass n*ggas, y'all tellin', we ain't tryna see sh*t
The K on me is a felon, I'm aimin' at everybody jealous
These pus*y-ass n*ggas so soft, how the f*ck you gon' rat on your cousin?