"SOUTH ATL" lyrics

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, nigga, pronto
Smoke a opp nigga 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, nigga, pronto
Smoke a opp nigga 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