Lyrics
Thumbin thru another quota
Louie luggage in the rover
200 Dash if the police try to pull me over
Commander clout I feel like cobra
Titanium mask on my face like i'm cobra
G.I. my strap on my waist like i'm joseph
Them niggas sick, i'm not wit the motion
Gimme the stick, i'm poppin 'em
Y'all must think i'm pussy
Thumbin thru another quota
Louis luggage in the rover
200 Dash if the police try to pull me over
Commander clout I feel like cobra
Titanium mask on my face like i'm cobra
G.I. my strap on my waist like i'm joseph
Them niggas sick, i'm not wit the motion
Gimme the stick, i'm poppin 'em closer
Told my lil bitch unbutton the top
Cut to the chase, we fucking or not?
Kicking them doors, we came from the swats
So imma need more than a chain & a watch
We burning the throne, we came for the spot
Nigga
You let that hoe shit impress you (groupie)
Anything go in my section (yup)
You ain't the show, you a extra
Forgiato got her hypnotized
In this damn garage, like the wizard oz
Feeling great as my granny mother
ATL you know the grammar southern
Sister grown, she ain't playing that
Told her keep the chrome in a fanny pack
Lay a finger on her niggas laying flat
Blow a nigga home screaming where he at!
FUCK THIS NIGGA AT?
Hollow shell, dead tortoise
New coke white 'preme air forces
Its on sight, thats a fair warning
Mega Trife ATL Georgia
Sending airstrikes through your headquarters
See the headlights, bitch i'm playing Forza
Them niggas sick, i'm not with the motion
Gimme the stick, i'm poppin 'em closer
Aye
Hollow shell, dead tortoise
New jet black 'preme air forces
Its on sight, thats a fair warning
Mega Trife ATL Georgia
Aye Bitch
Haystack on the rise
Haystack on the rise
Haystack on the rise
Haystack on the rise
Haystack on the rise
Haystack on the rise
Haystack on the rise