ATL (APPR3CIAT3 TH3 LOV3)

(Whoa, whoa)
Draco hit ur block and it make everybody the same height
We don't sit around and wait we spin that shit the same night
How you claiming shit that we did
These niggas chasing strikes
Brought the opps some buddy passes
All dey ass be taking flight
I know G Block got my back
I put CJ on my hat
Kicked a door on river road
Goto candler sell the flats
Pick a Ho up on Panola
She keep asking where we at
Told her cut the music up and hide ur face inside my lap
Real 1 all the steppers love me
I ain't leave when it was ugly
D-Town posted at the buddy's
Up and shoot like Jared Dudley
Street smart I had to study
Out the mud like I play rugby
Don't you think just cause I rap
I won't pull down this fucking skully
I can't lie Central Drive taught me a lot of shit I know
Tried me at the circle K I shot up the whole fucking store
I done been alot of things
But I ain't never been no Ho
My brother keep on talking bout them murders
Ima turn him ghost
Know my girl wit me but she do the most
Ride alot of jets but ion care to post
Friends turned to enemies I keep em close
Vince McMahn we smacking down the most
Anywhere past Moreland ion care to go
You know I'm somewhere off Macafee
I ain't gotta drop my lo
You don't see her with me more than 1 time
She is not my Ho
You niggas should get rid of that coach
Cus y'all don't ever score
I got mad love for Allison cove
That's like my 2nd home
Daddy in the feds, momma working
Now she acting grown
Fall in love with all the street niggas
Cus she feel alone
He don't really trust her when he goto sleep
He take her phone
Riding in his car they thought it was him
And shot her in the dome
Had the hood behind me way before I made a fucking song
I was robbing all the known niggas before I was known
All these niggas was singing
When it come to that gangsta shit I set the tone
Slaughter gang I'm the that pulled that sword up out that stone

Faded, yeah faded nigga faded
Poppin dem percs got me faded

Poppin dem percs got me faded
Talking that shit get you faded
Ima trap dis bitch out till they raid it
Shoutout to the streets cus they raised me
Yuh, yuh
I told the bitch go with the flow
I'm digging I'm digging I'm digging
Her pussy is made out of gold
Fuck - we not wit the chatter
I bring this shit straight to your door
I'm slaughter gang nigga I keep me a dagger
I'll put the shit straight through your throat
Whoa whoa
Whoa whoa
I just wanna run up a big check
I just wanna run up a big check
I just wanna run up a big check
I just wanna run up a big check
I just wanna run up a big check
I just wanna run up a big check
I just wanna run up a big check
I just wanna run up a big check

Young savage not wit the chit chat
Ima big dawg I got big racks
All of my niggas got big straps
Play wit dis shit and get kidnapped
I run off and you ain't get shit back
If the bitch bad ima hit that

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