SOUTH ATL

South Atlanta with the sticks

South Atlanta with the bricks

I can't give my all to no lil' bitch

I make money for talking my shit

My boy like to jack, put him on a lick

My boy like to shoot, I ain't talkin' flicks

Might just go bussdown on the trick

I put a whole bussdown on the wrist

Yeah, yeah

They all want my help, but they won't give it back

Bust at they whip until they tires flat

Pull up beside 'em, now, ****, he whacked

Rule number one, don't you mess with a slatt

Designer sticks and designer the patch

Runtz in the pack, got Runtz in the Scat

Ride with the switch, I ride with the MAC

My homies be poppin' a whole lotta pills

I wish you could feel how the fuck I feel

Heard that that boy wanna live the way I live

Tryna make it out the spot, I know how it is, yeah

Okay, flip that pack, make it go both ways

I can see from afar that that boy two-faced

I done seen shit, take a lot for it to faze me

Who up in this running the game? Me

Ask God for forgiveness, save me

Still running the game, now at full speed

Wouldn't go for that shit if it wasn't me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay

Know you feel stupid, boy, you feel like a dumbo

Gotta get the packs out the door, ****, pronto

Smoke a opp **** just like fuckin' Fronto

The gang shit, that forever

Designer top, the leather

The bitch thought that we were together

That bitch thought that we were forever

I make my moves on my own, whatever I do I don't tell her

I just want to go far away and be out the mix forever

'Cause it used to be

South Atlanta with the sticks

South Atlanta with the bricks

I can't give my all to no lil' bitch

I make money for talking my shit

My boy like to jack, put him on a lick

My boy like to shoot, I ain't talkin' flicks

Might just go bussdown on the trick

I put a whole bussdown on the wrist

Yeah, yeah

They all want my help, but they won't give it back

Bust at they whip until they tires flat

Pull up beside 'em, now, ****, he whacked

Rule number one, don't you mess with a slatt

Designer sticks and designer the patch

Runtz in the pack, got Runtz in the Scat

Ride with the switch, I ride with the MAC

My homies be poppin' a whole lotta pills

I wish you could feel how the fuck I feel

Heard that that boy wanna live the way I live

Tryna make it out the spot, I know how it is, yeah

Okay, flip that pack, make it go both ways

I can see from afar that that boy two-faced

I done seen shit, take a lot for it to faze me

Who up in this running the game? Me

Ask God for forgiveness, save me

Still running the game, now at full speed

Wouldn't go for that shit if it wasn't me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay

Know you feel stupid, boy, you feel like a dumbo

Gotta get the packs out the door, ****, pronto

Smoke a opp **** just like fuckin' Fronto

The gang shit, that forever

Designer top, the leather

The bitch thought that we were together

That bitch thought that we were forever

I make my moves on my own, whatever I do I don't tell her

I just want to go far away and be out the mix forever

'Cause it used to be

South Atlanta with the sticks

South Atlanta with the bricks

South Atlanta with the sticks

South Atlanta with the bricks