SOUTH ATL

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah [Chorus] South Atlanta with the sticks South Atlanta with the bricks I can't give my all to no 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 bust-down on a trick I put a whole bust-down 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 beside 'em now, nigga, he whacked Rule number one, don't you mess with a slatt Designer sticks and designer the patch Blunts in the pack, got Runtz in the Scat Ride with thе switch, I ride with that MAC My homies be poppin' a wholе 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 the boy two-faced I done see shit, take a lot for it to phase me Grew up in this running the game, me Ask God for forgiveness, save me Still running the game out at full speed Wouldn't go for that shit if it was me Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay I 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 he fuckin' Fronto The gang shit is forever Designer attire the leather That bitch thought that we were together That 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– [Chorus] South Atlanta with the sticks South Atlanta with the bricks I can't give my all to no 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 bust-down on a trick I put a whole bust-down 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 beside 'em now, nigga, he whacked Rule number one, don't you mess with a slatt Designer sticks and designer the patch Blunts in the pack, got Runtz in the Scat Ride with the switch, I ride with that MAC My homies 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 the boy two-faced I done see shit, take a lot for it to phase me Grew up in this running the game, me Ask God for forgiveness, save me Still running the game out at full speed Wouldn't go for that shit if it was me Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay I 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 he fuckin' Fronto The gang shit is forever Designer attire the leather That bitch thought that we were together That 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– [Outro] South Atlanta with the sticks, South Atlanta with the bricks South Atlanta with the sticks, South Atlanta with the bricks Oh yeah