"ATL" lyrics

You know we started this shit to play
We made up the game
Still there, walkway
Sorry, your ass is stuck on memes
Only some bullshit laughs, get the fuck out my face
So sit your ass, don't be dramatic
I can't, 'cause you know we ain't [?]

And when you wanna come and fight me
All you gotta do is break on the radio, 'til it fuckin' blows
That's that rock and roll, baby, that's just how it goes
So break on the radio, time to lose control
That's that rock and roll, ATL, ho

New phone, who this?
This leaves nothin' off my chest
Sippin' rosé
You're younger than my For You ad
And I ain't even ask for none of that shit (Nah)
Sorry you got to bitch

And when you wanna come fight me
A-all you gotta do is break on the radio, 'til it fuckin' blows
That's that rock and roll, baby, that's just how it goes
So break on the radio, time to lose control
That's that rock and roll, ATL, ho

I got your bitch in the drop so you'd sue me
'Cause if they gon' tell me impossible mission
My bad, oh, well, at least you both enjoyed the show

Break on the radio, 'til it fuckin' blows
That's that rock and roll, baby, that's just how it goes
So break on the radio, time to lose control
That's that rock and roll, ATL, ho
(ATL, ho, ATL, ho, ATL, ho)
ATL, ho
(ATL, ho)
ATL, ho
(ATL, ho)
ATL, ho