Atlanta Lyrics – Fivio Foreign

Atlanta Lyrics by Fivio Foreign

Uh huh
Stop callin’ my phone b#tch [stupid b#tch
I’m on demon time [Grrrrrrt
Right now I’m on demon time [Bow

Goin viral right now
Its some opps outside
Uh
Yeah, Look

We see a opp [We see an opp
We get him hit [BOW
All these dead n#gg#s in my spliff
I get em shot and whoever he with [Bow

I got a big gun on my hip
I got this bad b#tch on my dick
I got static, I’m still on a trip
But I gotta travel with the crips [Grrrrt

This is a must [Uh
Big gun, Up [Bow
Wave it [Wave it], Bust [Bust
[Aye Aye Aye

None of my opps is tough [Nah
We movin’ why, he what [what
I bulletproofed the whole truck [Skrrrt
I don’t even gotta duck [yeah

Hol’ On [Hol’ on
Get it [Get it
Spin ’em [Spin ’em
Fidget [Fidget

Them n#gg#s food, chicken [Aye
You know my body, movin’ different [Aye
Uh [Uh
That lil’ son of a b#tch [That lil’ son of a b#tch] [Yeah

I see him I’m givin’ him some of this clip [Grrrrrt
He better run for his life
We can shoot or we can fight
I got a drop, I got a kite [Bow

I’m gonna hit him with all of my might
I am a tiger [I am a tiger
No, I am a lion [No, I am a lion
No, I am a giant [I am a giant

Ima make sure your mother cryin’ [Grrrrrrrt, BOW]
Uh huh, Oh sh#t, Stop callin’ my phone b#tch
Yeah its time n#gg#
I’m on demon time

b#tch you recording 911
Demon time, Demon time
Yeah, Look
Shoutout the boy for trying his luck

We catch him lackin’, we tying him up
All my b#tches is fire as f#ck
He think he loose, we tighten him up
Big gun, It’s right in the trunk

I came from any attic if they want
I got a different baddie every month
My n#gg#s gone move around me with the pump
n#gg# I’m savage, We don’t got static [We don’t got static

I just take away your life, thats simple mathematics
I need a ratchet, I gotta have it
If I see him, bet Ima clap it
We give a f#ck about the traffic

My n#gg#s shootin’ like one of the mavericks
That n#gg# don’t know we go anywhere we motherf#ckin’ want
Any state, any city, any country, any motherf#ckin’ hemisphere
Hemi with the straight, movin’ with Detroit

Movin’ like that all, gas no brakes m#th*rf#ck*r
Yea this big business, I’m a business man
BOW
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Fivio Foreign Lyrics – Atlanta

Fivio Foreign

Atlanta