ATL

[Intro]
Yung Brando bitch

[Chorus]
Bad bitch from ATL
Bad bitch, she fine as hell
Smokin' gas, man, I know you can smell
Yeah, I hope you don't tell
Off the gas, I be feelin' so chill
On the block, I was running from 12
Trappin' hard, I was moving them [?]
I got [?], I don't need a scale
If you want smoke then I'll send you to hell
I'm on my grind, I'm not talking [?]
Off the lean, movin' slow like a snail
I get that pack and I ship in the mail
Huh
And I got that stick on me in the cut
Ballin' hard, man, I feel like the Bucks
Like a barber, I'll wipe his ass up

[Verse]
With some kush, you can get touched
He say he got bands, but it's not enough
I hop in that hellcat, leave you in dust
Smokin' gelato, it's smellin like must
Smokin' on backwoods, stuffed crust
Sippin' on lean, put that in my cup
Hop out wit' that stick, I’m fuckin' shit up
Hе say he want smoke, then you tеstin' yo luck
Spinnin' yo block and I double back (?)
You hop out wit' change, I hop out wit' racks
You smoke out the gram, I smoke out the pack
I feel like [?] I just got that [?]
Not sippin' on green, I’m sippin' on Act
I hop inna foreign and it’s all black
I don’t want a feature, these lil niggas wack
You know I’m talking money, I don’t want that check (?)

[Chorus]
Bad bitch from ATL
Bad bitch, she fine as hell
Smokin' gas, man, I know you can smell
Yeah, I hope you don't tell
Off the gas, I be feelin' so chill
On the block, I was running from 12
Trappin' hard, I was moving them [?]
I got [?], I don't need a scale
If you want smoke then I'll send you to hell
I'm on my grind, I'm not talking [?]
Off the lean, movin' slow like a snail
I get that pack and I ship in the mail
Huh
And I got that stick on me in the cut
Ballin' hard, man, I feel like the Bucks
Like a barber, I'll wipe his ass up

[Chorus]
Bad bitch from ATL
Bad bitch, she fine as hell
Smokin' gas, man, I know you can smell
Yeah, I hope you don't tell
Off the gas, I be feelin' so chill
On the block, I was running from 12
Trappin' hard, I was moving them [?]
I got [?], I don't need a scale
If you want smoke then I'll send you to hell
I'm on my grind, I'm not talking [?]
Off the lean, movin' slow like a snail
I get that pack and I ship in the mail
Huh
And I got that stick on me in the cut
Ballin' hard, man, I feel like the Bucks
Like a barber, I'll wipe his ass up