ATL (APPR3CIAT3 TH3 LOV3)

(Whoa, whoa)

Draco hit ur block and it make everybody the same height

We don't sit around and wait we spin that shit the same night

How you claiming shit that we did

These niggas chasing strikes

Brought the opps some buddy passes

All dey ass be taking flight

I know G Block got my back

I put CJ on my hat

Kicked a door on river road

Goto candler sell the flats

Pick a Ho up on Panola

She keep asking where we at

Told her cut the music up and hide ur face inside my lap

Real 1 all the steppers love me

I ain't leave when it was ugly

D-Town posted at the buddy's

Up and shoot like Jared Dudley

Street smart I had to study

Out the mud like I play rugby

Don't you think just cause I rap

I won't pull down this fucking skully

I can't lie Central Drive taught me a lot of shit I know

Tried me at the circle K I shot up the whole fucking store

I done been alot of things

But I ain't never been no Ho

My brother keep on talking bout them murders

Ima turn him ghost

Know my girl wit me but she do the most

Ride alot of jets but ion care to post

Friends turned to enemies I keep em close

Vince McMahn we smacking down the most

Anywhere past Moreland ion care to go

You know I'm somewhere off Macafee

I ain't gotta drop my lo

You don't see her with me more than 1 time

She is not my Ho

You niggas should get rid of that coach

Cus y'all don't ever score

I got mad love for Allison cove

That's like my 2nd home

Daddy in the feds, momma working

Now she acting grown

Fall in love with all the street niggas

Cus she feel alone

He don't really trust her when he goto sleep

He take her phone

Riding in his car they thought it was him

And shot her in the dome

Had the hood behind me way before I made a fucking song

I was robbing all the known niggas before I was known

All these niggas was singing

When it come to that gangsta shit I set the tone

Slaughter gang I'm the that pulled that sword up out that stone

Faded, yeah faded nigga faded

Poppin dem percs got me faded

Poppin dem percs got me faded

Talking that shit get you faded

Ima trap dis bitch out till they raid it

Shoutout to the streets cus they raised me

Yuh, yuh

I told the bitch go with the flow

I'm digging I'm digging I'm digging

Her pussy is made out of gold

Fuck - we not wit the chatter

I bring this shit straight to your door

I'm slaughter gang nigga I keep me a dagger

I'll put the shit straight through your throat

Whoa whoa

Whoa whoa

I just wanna run up a big check

I just wanna run up a big check

I just wanna run up a big check

I just wanna run up a big check

I just wanna run up a big check

I just wanna run up a big check

I just wanna run up a big check

I just wanna run up a big check

Young savage not wit the chit chat

Ima big dawg I got big racks

All of my niggas got big straps

Play wit dis shit and get kidnapped

I run off and you ain't get shit back

If the bitch bad ima hit that

Ransom

Ransom

Ransom

Ransom