Woo, Damn
Yeah, Randy
[Verse 1: Randy]
Welcome to Atlanta, need some drugs I got the answer (god damn)
She call me, I don't answer, she be frontin' I can't stand her
Pull up to the function, one in the chamber like I'm Russian
I got pocket aces you just bluffin', baddie b*tch gave me concussion
Shorty say she loves me, I just don't know what to say
I can smell that bullsh*t, tell her miss me like Ole
b*tch I be getting these funds
I'm getting this bread, you getting these crumbs
I see me a fed go bum-bum-bum-bum
You smoked in the head, I get smoke in my lungs (yah!)
[Verse 2: Larry Loudpack]
It's some bands up on my left, and It's some bands up on my right
That b*tch got too high, she thinking she gon' die tonight (K.O.)
Dumb loud sack, and you know that sh*t bite (woof)
He flexing I'm like "no sir", but you know I ain't polite (no manners)
I can't really see y'all boys, it's dark up in the shack
Talking smack about the pack, i got thrax in my slacks
Cash up in the dark shadows, pills in my anorak
I told you the truth, I don't know why you look like that
[Verse 3: SenseiATL]
Got a stupid thottie, boy she look like Goldilocks (she dumb)
If you need that musty pack, I got it in my socks (that stank)
Snipe you with the slingshot, you know how I rock
Cashing, laughing to the bank, booming with that stock
Drop top coupe, flexing like I'm Bruce Wayne
Katana in my drawers, I might leave your b*tch slain
Take off on that sl*t, flying in my jetpack
Ludacris with the toolie, you might want to get back
[Verse 4: Turls]
See me everyday, never say sh*t
n*gga I am not the one to play with
Yeah I had to hit 'em with the play switch
Hit a lick, yeah I'm eating on the plate switch
Hey, I'm the gate keeper
Them n*ggas talking sh*t I hit them with the ether
If you need me man, hit me on my beeper
I at least smoke an eighth, I'm the slim reaper