"ATL (APPR3CIAT3 TH3 LOV3)" lyrics

(Ransom)
Woah, woah

Draco hit your block and it make everybody the same height
We don't sit around and wait, we spin that shit the same night
How you claimin' shit that we did? These niggas chasin' stripes
Bought the opps some buddy passes, all they ass be takin' flights
I know G-block got my back, I put CJ on my hat
Kick a door on River Road, go to Candler, settle flats
Pick a ho up on Panola, she keep asking where we at?
Told her, "Cut the music up and hide your face inside my lap"
Real one, all the steppers love me, I ain't leave when it was ugly
Beat time, posted at the buddies, 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 put down this fuckin' skully
I can't lie, Central Drive taught me a lot of shit I know
Try me at the Circle K, I shot up the whole fuckin' store
I done been a lot of things, but I ain't never been no ho
My brother keep on talkin' 'bout the murders, I'ma turn him ghost
Know my girl with me, but she do the most
Ride a lot of jets and I don't care to post
Friends turn to enemies, I keep 'em close
Vince McMahon, we smackin' down the most

Anywhere past Moreland, I don't care to go
You know I'm somewhere on McAfee, I ain't gotta drop my lo'
You don't see her with me more than one time, she is not my ho
You niggas should get rid of that coach 'cause y'all don't never score
I got mad love for Alison Colt, that's like my second home
Daddy in the feds, mama workin', now she actin' grown
Fall in love with all the street niggas 'cause she feel alone
He don't really trust her when he go to sleep, he take her phone
Ridin' in his car, they thought it was him and shot her in the dome

Had the hood behind me way before I made a fuckin' song
I was robbin' all the known niggas before I was known
All these niggas was singin', when it come to that gangster shit, I set the tone
Slaughter Gang, I'm the one that pulled that sword up out that stone

Mhm, we faded (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, mhm, he faded, faded (We got London on the track)
Faded, nigga, we faded, faded, faded (21)
21, faded, faded, faded (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Poppin' them Percs got me faded, faded, faded, faded (Mike WiLL Made-It)

Poppin' them Percs got me faded (21, faded, faded)
Talkin' that shit get you faded (Brrt, brrt, baow)
I'ma trap this bitch out 'til they raid it (21, 21, 21, 21)
Shoutout to the street 'cause they raised me (Yeah, yeah)
I told that bitch, "Go with the flow" (The flow)
I'm diggin', I'm diggin', I'm diggin', I'm diggin'
Her pussy is made out of gold (21)
Fuck Instagram, Twitter, we not with the chatter
We bring that shit straight to your door (Ya dig?)
I'm Slaughter Gang, nigga, I keep me a dagger
I put that shit straight to your throat (21)
Throat, woah (Woah), woah

I just wan' run up a big check, I just wan' run up a big check (21)
I just wan' run up a big check (21), I just wan' run up a big check (Yeah)
I just wan' run up a big check (Yeah), I just wan' run up a big check (Yeah)
I just wan' run up a big check (21), I just wan' run up a big check (21, 21)

Young Savage not with the chit-chat (Nah)
I'm a big dog, I got big racks (Woah)
All of my niggas got big straps (Ya dig?)
Play with this shit and get killed, yeah (Ya dig?)
I run off and you ain't get shit back (21)
If the bitch bad, I'ma hit that (21)

Ransom (Yeah), ransom (Yeah), ransom (Yeah)