"Ran To Atlanta (C-Mix)" lyrics
(Yebo, yebo)
Uh
Big C in this bitch, no fish, no wale
Big drank on me, big .40 on me, I take no L
200k on the grill, give me somethin' to LOL
Like back in the day, when they tried to tell me my raps won't sell
Let's not get into the numbers
I'd rather say somethin' my plaques won't tell
I know you see me with Miss Heavens, trust me, I know hell (Facts)
And I take your hoes like naps
It's like back-to-back-to-back
Me and my twinski honour the pact
Carry the game on my back
You know it's draining like under the tap
Speak on my name on a podcast and in a rap, I won't fall for the trap
And I never promised her shit to begin with, why is she pushing that cap?
Tried to diss and that shit didn't do great
Took the mic, took the L like Bublé
Feet trippin', we tyin' his shoelace
Better fix it before it gets too late
Got the club going up on a Tuesday
I'm chillin', I'm cooler than Kool-Aid
Yeah, yeah, I'm cooler than Oros
N-G-C-O-B-O, uMapholoba
If you wonderin' if I'm a show off
Is the sky as blue as a exhale?
Are these bitches still havin' to hoe off?
Are these niggas as sketchy as pencil?
I'm cookin', ain't turnin' the stove off
Me and T on the way, it's a co-op
And I might fuck around, turn the C into GPS 'cause niggas is so lost
And I came with the Fiji, yeah
Poppin' shit out in PTA
Ain't a rap nigga beat me yet
I'm connected like VPN
Gettin' bands like I violated Twitch
I get ate up at 3pm
She want C on her BBL
Bitch, what's your ETA?
Legendary, I'm 10 years in
Back at it again, it's a whole 'nother lap
We can trap or go conscious, Yano, Afrobeats, I learned to adapt
O31 I put that on my back
Flew my brothers all over the map
Fuck is wrong with you niggas?
You switch on a nigga you greet with a two hour dab
Motion pack, how you run out of that?
(Yeah)
Uh
Big C in this bitch, no fish, no wale
Big drank on me, big .40 on me, I take no L
200k on the grill, give me somethin' to LOL
Like back in the day, when they tried to tell me my raps won't sell
Let's not get into the numbers
I'd rather say somethin' my plaques won't tell
I know you see me with Miss Heavens, trust me, I know hell (Facts)
And I take your hoes like naps
It's like back-to-back-to-back
Me and my twinski honour the pact
Carry the game on my back
You know it's draining like under the tap
Speak on my name on a podcast and in a rap, I won't fall for the trap
And I never promised her shit to begin with, why is she pushing that cap?
Tried to diss and that shit didn't do great
Took the mic, took the L like Bublé
Feet trippin', we tyin' his shoelace
Better fix it before it gets too late
Got the club going up on a Tuesday
I'm chillin', I'm cooler than Kool-Aid
Yeah, yeah, I'm cooler than Oros
N-G-C-O-B-O, uMapholoba
If you wonderin' if I'm a show off
Is the sky as blue as a exhale?
Are these bitches still havin' to hoe off?
Are these niggas as sketchy as pencil?
I'm cookin', ain't turnin' the stove off
Me and T on the way, it's a co-op
And I might fuck around, turn the C into GPS 'cause niggas is so lost
And I came with the Fiji, yeah
Poppin' shit out in PTA
Ain't a rap nigga beat me yet
I'm connected like VPN
Gettin' bands like I violated Twitch
I get ate up at 3pm
She want C on her BBL
Bitch, what's your ETA?
Legendary, I'm 10 years in
Back at it again, it's a whole 'nother lap
We can trap or go conscious, Yano, Afrobeats, I learned to adapt
O31 I put that on my back
Flew my brothers all over the map
Fuck is wrong with you niggas?
You switch on a nigga you greet with a two hour dab
Motion pack, how you run out of that?
(Yeah)
