SOUTH ATLANTA BABY

Carti, I ain’t gon’ lie, my nigga
This music right here put you in a whole ‘nother category
Hahahaha
That’s right, we can create our own genre
From now on, don’t box us in any category

Yeah, Draco sitting out the car, let’s go
(Southside Atlanta baby) I told Swamp go and get him some more
Belt to ass, get way out the door, uh
I’m a crack baby, ho, I was raised off dope (Yeah, was raised off dope)
Semis and autos came with a scope
Ooh, jumped out the pothole, add up the score
Ooh, catch a body, get it tatted on your throat (Yeah, yeah)
Everybody with me got two double O’s
I’m a Southside baby, I’m out of control (Yeah)
I’m a Southside baby, got ice in my nose (Southside Atlanta baby)
None of the opps rest, we catch ‘em on text and hit ‘em in the chest (Huh)
I’m treatin’ this ho like a pest, look like a dog, tell a ho fetch, ha
Talkin’ to all my hoes, she talkin’ ‘bout tattin’ my name on her wrist, huh
I been bustin’ on his eye hole, she live in the six, I know it’s for wrist (Wrist)
Niggas be poppin’ that internet, catch ‘em in live and take off his licks
I ain’t never, ever felt bad for takin’ off heads and poppin’ my shit (Poppin’ my shit, poppin’ my shit)
I poke it up like we in a rush, okay, Carti off the shits
Uh, smoke me a cig’, hol’ up, we back to the blicks (Hol’ up)
All that rah-rah, pop you in your lips, get hit up with the blue tip
Outside with the Fefe, we got us a eater, gon’ fuck on the clique (A eater)
Outside G-Shock, we got some re-rock, hol’ up, what you tryna get?
All of my cars got BBLs, gotta keep the wide body kit (Yes, sir)
We heard about y’all pussy-ass niggas, y’all tellin’, we ain’t tryna see shit
The ‘K on me is a felon, I’m aimin’ at everybody jealous
These pussy-ass niggas so soft
How the fuck you gon’ rat on your cousin?