"Atlantastan" lyrics

Bitch, huh, huh, see what I'm sayin'?
Huh, yeah
Glokk40Spaz, man, stop playin'

You ain't talkin' 'bout Glocks, nigga, I don't know nothin', all they know is redrum
Been had the paper, I ain't scrapin' up bread crumbs
I want the smoke, thought a fuck nigga said somethin'
I'm in New York with that bitch, she give mad love
Nigga talkin' down on the gang, keep his head up
Who was out walkin' with that TEC? That was us
Personal problem, well, play, they get crushed
I'm a pedestrian, I slide with that stuff

I took his rental, goddamn
Glock ain't gon' jam, but I shoot with both hands
Pre-order fifty, that bitch came with ten
I'ma get mad 'bout that, know how I am
He gon' get done with that fire, know I stand
We in Atlanta, but shit Pakistan
I'm in that catch-him for sure if he ran
I heard he tellin', be tellin' off the Xan'
We comin' through, Jeepers Creepers
7.62, the needle
That bitch got him shakin' like seizures
The block hot, they just checked the meter
Before the Glock, been runnin' 'round with that nina
Found out who just took my drank
Burnt out, he just sippin' Qua'
High, I get drank on the waist
VVS all in my face
Hate niggas, not KKK

Up chopper, yeah, let it bang
Vampire, lil' bitch, I got blood on my fang
Took his ass off, but I ain't know he was gang
He gon' get Back' rolled and get you some stain
Fuck what he talkin' 'bout, them bats on my chain
Took that ho down, while I ain't know her name
I fuck these thots, man, I treat them the same
Pillow case on my stick, slide when it rain, huh
More shots just like Johnny Cage
No, I'm not fuckin' with Blasians
30K ones in a day
Metal mouth, knock out the braces
Them niggas know they ain't safe
Knocked him off, zip, no debate
Give me that Glock when he play, no debate
This bitch, she thick, but I don't care 'bout the traits
Yeah, my name Spaz, but I'm out dirty K

I took his rental, goddamn
Glock ain't gon' jam, but I shoot with both hands
Pre-order fifty, that bitch came with ten
I'ma get mad 'bout that, know how I am
He gon' get done with that fire, know I stand
We in Atlanta, but shit Pakistan
I'm in that catch-him for sure if he ran
I heard he tellin', be tellin' off the Xan'
We comin' through, Jeepers Creepers
7.62, the needle
That bitch got him shakin' like seizures
The block hot, they just checked the meter
Before the Glock, been runnin' 'round with that nina
Found out who just took my drank
Burnt out, he just sippin' Qua'
High, I get drank on the waist
VVS all in my face
Hate niggas, not KKK

You ain't talkin' 'bout Glocks, nigga, I don't know nothin', all they know is redrum
Been had the paper, I ain't scrapin' up bread crumbs
I want the smoke, thought a fuck nigga said somethin'
I'm in New York with that bitch, she give mad love
Nigga talkin' down on the gang, keep his head up
Who was out walkin' with that TEC? That was us
Personal problem, well, play, they get crushed
I'm a pedestrian, I slide with that stuff

Goddamn