Back In Atlanta

Lyrics

[Intro] That's a Krishtall [Chorus] On the jet, now I'm back in Atlanta Wock' pipe, pour four in my Fanta Jump on the jet, now I'm grippin' my hammer Get out that work, you can't touch it, no MC Hammer I get out the pipe, see the residue Mad black Trackhawk, bulletproof Don't even know how the fuck they did bulletproof You know that Big Draco went skrrt on you [Verse 1] I got no pounds in the Porsche My young nigga trap out them horses We spin your block like wheel of fortune I fuck a bad bitch, she Scorpion Called out the plug, where the fuck that brickhead? I'm sellin' good dope, they give you heart attack You lookin' for me, nigga, I'm in the trap Cartier lenses, not brick, it's a [?] [?] chicken lemon pepper Young Draco nigga a real deal stepper Come in my trap, nigga, we got whatever Wake up, I grab and then strap out the [?] My young niggas, they 'bout that pressure I'm in the trap, on the regular Toss out the plug like a [?] I'm havin' racks and there's several Walk out my trap and I'm sellin' whatever Duffle bag, it full of fittin' out I'm in the trench tryna get that pack on My young nigga, he playin' with keys, it a selfie Jump on a jet out in Cali Then I go land in the South Walk in this bih with that shit on I gotta get that pack on Diamond, two hundreds, young nigga stand in the trap I had to go get me some money [Chorus] On the jet, now I'm back in Atlanta Wock' pipe, pour four in my Fanta Jump on the jet, now I'm grippin' my hammer Get out that work, you can't touch it, no MC Hammer I get out the pipe, see the residue Mad black Trackhawk, bulletproof Don't even know how the fuck they did bulletproof You know that Big Draco went skrrt on you [Verse 2] Meet with the plug, I done been the homie Drop the top on a 'Rari and I let the engine runnin' I'm smokin' the pound, this shit ain't nothin' My young nigga trap out the country Council the trap, I'll sell you a onion I'm in the trap, that's right now Countin' the money, I get that [?] right now My young niggas, they get to bussin' Back to Miami, load out the choppas Niggas be cappin', boy You know you ain't trappin' I'm in the trap right now I got them bands ([?]) Call up my jeweler, tell him go flood me some stones I got the plug and he keep callin' my phone I got a badass bitch, I'ma make sex and I'm pullin' right over [Chorus] On the jet, now I'm back in Atlanta Wock' pipe, pour four in my Fanta Jump on the jet, now I'm grippin' my hammer Get out that work, you can't touch it, no MC Hammer I get out the pipe, see the residue Mad black Trackhawk, bulletproof Don't even know how the fuck they did bulletproof You know that Big Draco went skrrt on you