ATL Freestyle 1

[Intro: Veeze & Rob49]
Gang
Gangerski (Yeah)
Got my nigga Rob, you know what the fuck goin' on (Ganger)
Ski
You know that
Can't be fucked with boys

[Verse 1: Veeze]
I spend so much money, when I leave, these bitches follow me (These bitches follow me)
He ain't got ten thousand to his name, that nigga fallin' off (Nigga ain't got ten)
I got brand new clothes on when I'm shoppin', I'm a grown boss (Swear to God)
Put that button on him, now his body cold, defrost (Grrt)
I told her I love her while I was fuckin', I was lean talkin' (I was lyin')
I don't like depressed hoes, all my bitches T'd up (Uh)
Any time I walk by, smell money when the breeze come
Ever since I got rich, hoes do it when I ask once (When I ask once)

[Verse 2: Rob49 & Luh Tyler]
Yeah, ever since I got rich, bad hoes do it when I say somethin' (Phew)
You ain't tryna fuck us on the spot, you can't sleep here (Yeah)
We been gettin' money way before PSP handhelds (Yeah)
I feel like you gotta catch a body to get your rank up (Buh)
Johnny Manziel, I done touched down to cause hell
I'm pushing good D on my bitch, nicknamed me Pat Bev' (Yeah)
I'm pushin' pills all in her ass, I'm pullin' her hair
If he ain't tryna kill him, I go kill him myself (Phew)

[Verse 3: Luh Tyler]
No, they ain't give me nothin', I went and got it myself (Myself)
I hit a lil' bitch once, then put her back on the shelf (Yeah, nigga)
My bro keep pushin' packs, that nigga breakin' the scale (On gang)
Bro got the blicky in the party, niggas can't even tell
I swear my lil' bitch heaven-sent, but she be givin' me hell (Damn. yeah)
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, nigga, don't hit my cell (Don't hit my cell, nigga, yeah)
My nigga make shit disappear, think he castin' a spell (Poof)
I swear these niggas be my sons, don't make me take off my belt (Pew, pew)

[Verse 4: Rob49 & Veeze]
Yeah, she been gassed up since she got that car, she think she her
I just popped a G6, bitch, I'm tweakin', turn me up
When I'm cheatin' and she leavin', I can't miss a loss
On your P, don't let it breathe, bitch, put it on your mouth

[Verse 5: Veeze]
Yeah, my bitch think every bitch that's in my likes that I done fucked (I ain't fuck that bitch)
Ho, you wanna fuck that bad, then book the flight yourself
Brodie took so long with bouncin' back, I put him on the shelf
I done spent so much on foreign clothes, I'm damn near speakin' French (Damn near speakin' French)
Girly ass got good brain, man, send this girl to Yale (Send this girl to college)
Devil on my shoulder, man, he talkin' me to death (Ooh-woo)
It's like twenty-five racks gone, that's how my day was spent (Nigga)
Even though I got a thousand hoes, she still think I'm her man

[Verse 6: Luh Tyler]
Niggas think I signed a deal with Nike, always keep a check (Yeah, I keep a check, nigga, yeah)
I'm in here freezing, nigga, I'm so icy, just look at my neck (Ice, ice)
I know this lil' bitch went to college, I can tell just by her head (Nigga, uh)
Man, why these niggas sleepin' on us? Tell 'em get up out the bed (Get out of bed, nigga)
So many hoes, I feel like Santa, I might pull up on a sled (So many ho, ho, hoes)
Niggas always run they mouth, but they ain't never talkin' bread

[Outro: Luh Tyler]
Talkin' bread, nigga, yeah
Niggas flat, man
Gang, nigga, skii