Atmosphere

Lyrics

[Intro] (One Way Mafia) yeah, yeah Big grape (Sosa 808, got this beat knockin' nigga, ayy) Yeah, yeah [Chorus] Le'go I keep the K with me, yeah that bitch stay with me Two chains on my neck, man this shit cost a 80 piece Don't fuck with rappers 'cause I know they hate on me He say he gang, but I know he a wannabe Bag on his head, get that fuck nigga out of here Send the boy up to a whole another atmosphere You know I'm hot but this ice on me cold Play with that wipe, ain't playin' with my nose Racks in my jeans, got my pockets on swole Glock on my hip, ho I stay with that pole [Verse] Me and twin, bitch nigga, you know what I'm throwin' Break on a ho when you see me with my hand down Ice on my neck make a lil' nigga standout Lil' nigga play' swear to God, it's a man down Fresh out the trap, yeah I brought all them bands out Gangster on yo' block like a motherfuckin' blue route Yeah B, I'm posted with all my chains out Let nigga play with me, he gon' die today Knock off his head, man, we aim at his taupe Young nigga hit his block up in that Musing These niggas bitches, these rappers be too gay Don't need a feature, man, these rappers be too lame 40k on my wrist, fuck on a nigga bitch I do the shit he wish, young nigga havin' shit Fuck it, I might blow a dub on a pinky ring Paper Route Taliban, we won a championship These niggas jumpin' shit, stop all that suckin' dick Jumpin' from clique to clique, leave that shit for the bitch Tryna get filthy rich, drivin' all type of shit I buy my kids everything up on they Christmas list Chain on me boxin', yeah yeah That watch on me rocky, yeah yeah My ho call me toxic, yeah, yeah I'm smokin' exotic, yeah yeah Young nigga poppin' yeah yeah My Glock hold the roxy, yeah yeah My lil' niggas watchin', yeah yeah Come snatch out they pockets, yeah yeah [Chorus] Le'go I keep the K with me, yeah that bitch stay with me Two chains on my neck, man this shit cost a 80 piece Don't fuck with rappers 'cause I know they hate on me He say he gang, but I know he a wannabe Bag on his head, get that fuck nigga out of here Send the boy up to a whole another atmosphere You know I'm hot but this ice on me cold Play with that wipe, ain't playin' with my nose Racks in my jeans, got my pockets on swole Glock on my hip, ho I stay with that pole