Letra de South Atl
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
South Atlanta with the sticks
South Atlanta with the bricks
I can't hear my opp turn up lil' bitch
I make money for talking my shit
My boy like to jack put 'em on a lick
My boy like to shoot, I ain't talkin' flicks
Might just go butt down on a trick
I put a whole bustdown on the wrist
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They all want my help but they won't give it back
Bust at they whip until the tires flat
Pull up and slide on that nigga, he wet
Rule number one don't you mess with a slatt
Designer sticks and designer the patch
Runtz in the pack, got runtz in the Scat
Ride with the switch, I ride with thе MAC
Uh-huh, be poppin' a whole lotta pills
I wish you could feel how the fuck I feel
Know that that boy wanna livе the way I live
Tryna make it out the spot, I know how it is
Yeah, okay, flip that pack make it go both ways
I can see from afar that that boy two-faced
I done see shit take a lot for it to phase me
Who up in this running the game? Me
Asked God for forgiveness, save me
Still running the game not at full-speed
Wouldn't go for that shit if it wasn't me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay
Know you feel stupid, boy you feel like a dumbo
Gotta get the packs out the door nigga pronto
Smoke a opp nigga just like a fuckin' Fronto
Gang shit, that's forever
Designer atop the leather
The bitch thought that we were together
The bitch thought that we were forever
I make my moves on my own, whatever I do I don't tell her
I just wanna go far away and be out the mix forever
'Cause it used to be
South Atlanta with the sticks
South Atlanta with the bricks
I can't hear my opp turn up lil' bitch
I make money for talking my shit
My boy like to jack put 'em on a lick
My boy like to shoot, I ain't talkin' flicks
Might just go butt down on a trick
I put a whole bustdown on the wrist
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They all want my help but they won't give it back
Bust at they whip until the tires flat
Pull up and slide on that nigga, he wet
Rule number one don't you mess with a slatt
Designer sticks and designer the patch
Runtz in the pack, got runtz in the Scat
Ride with the switch, I ride with the MAC
Uh-huh, be poppin' a whole lotta pills
I wish you could feel how the fuck I feel
Know that that boy wanna live the way I live
Tryna make it out the spot, I know how it is
Yeah, okay, flip that pack make it go both ways
I can see from afar that that boy two-faced
I done see shit take a lot for it to phase me
Who up in this running the game? Me
Asked God for forgiveness, save me
Still running the game not at full-speed
Wouldn't go for that shit if it wasn't me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay
Know you feel stupid, boy you feel like a dumbo
Gotta get the packs out the door nigga pronto
Smoke a opp nigga just like a fuckin' Fronto
Gang shit, that's forever
Designer atop the leather
The bitch thought that we were together
The bitch thought that we were forever
I make my moves on my own, whatever I do I don't tell her
I just wanna go far away and be out the mix forever
'Cause it used to be
South Atlanta with the sticks..
South Atlanta with the bricks..
South Atlanta with the sticks..
South Atlanta with the bricks..
Oh yeah
South Atlanta with the bricks
I can't hear my opp turn up lil' bitch
I make money for talking my shit
My boy like to jack put 'em on a lick
My boy like to shoot, I ain't talkin' flicks
Might just go butt down on a trick
I put a whole bustdown on the wrist
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They all want my help but they won't give it back
Bust at they whip until the tires flat
Pull up and slide on that nigga, he wet
Rule number one don't you mess with a slatt
Designer sticks and designer the patch
Runtz in the pack, got runtz in the Scat
Ride with the switch, I ride with thе MAC
Uh-huh, be poppin' a whole lotta pills
I wish you could feel how the fuck I feel
Know that that boy wanna livе the way I live
Tryna make it out the spot, I know how it is
Yeah, okay, flip that pack make it go both ways
I can see from afar that that boy two-faced
I done see shit take a lot for it to phase me
Who up in this running the game? Me
Asked God for forgiveness, save me
Still running the game not at full-speed
Wouldn't go for that shit if it wasn't me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay
Know you feel stupid, boy you feel like a dumbo
Gotta get the packs out the door nigga pronto
Smoke a opp nigga just like a fuckin' Fronto
Gang shit, that's forever
Designer atop the leather
The bitch thought that we were together
The bitch thought that we were forever
I make my moves on my own, whatever I do I don't tell her
I just wanna go far away and be out the mix forever
'Cause it used to be
South Atlanta with the sticks
South Atlanta with the bricks
I can't hear my opp turn up lil' bitch
I make money for talking my shit
My boy like to jack put 'em on a lick
My boy like to shoot, I ain't talkin' flicks
Might just go butt down on a trick
I put a whole bustdown on the wrist
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They all want my help but they won't give it back
Bust at they whip until the tires flat
Pull up and slide on that nigga, he wet
Rule number one don't you mess with a slatt
Designer sticks and designer the patch
Runtz in the pack, got runtz in the Scat
Ride with the switch, I ride with the MAC
Uh-huh, be poppin' a whole lotta pills
I wish you could feel how the fuck I feel
Know that that boy wanna live the way I live
Tryna make it out the spot, I know how it is
Yeah, okay, flip that pack make it go both ways
I can see from afar that that boy two-faced
I done see shit take a lot for it to phase me
Who up in this running the game? Me
Asked God for forgiveness, save me
Still running the game not at full-speed
Wouldn't go for that shit if it wasn't me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay
Know you feel stupid, boy you feel like a dumbo
Gotta get the packs out the door nigga pronto
Smoke a opp nigga just like a fuckin' Fronto
Gang shit, that's forever
Designer atop the leather
The bitch thought that we were together
The bitch thought that we were forever
I make my moves on my own, whatever I do I don't tell her
I just wanna go far away and be out the mix forever
'Cause it used to be
South Atlanta with the sticks..
South Atlanta with the bricks..
South Atlanta with the sticks..
South Atlanta with the bricks..
Oh yeah
