​atlanta

[Intro]
(Bitch, haha, 4400 taliban, Desire)

[Chorus]
And you chose him over me, I peeped that
Me and my bro do get backs
Just got back from Atlanta, hit Six Flags
My brother tote six straps
Ish tote them Big Macs
I told her I'm him, yeah, she know that I'm him, yeah
I ride wit' a blick, yeah, so don't get hit, yeah

[Verse]
Better stay down 'fore you come up
I work hard 'til the sun up
I got a lot of fuckin' sons, yeah
But they can't do the stuff I do
Everything I do is better than you
And fuck that bitch and fuck you too
I called you my brother and you ain't come through
Put my head down and stick and move
They used to laugh at my ass in school
But now I'm laughin' to the bank
Big ass deposit, made a teller hate
I walk in this bitch wit' a baby Drac
And I got a whole pound, like fuck is a eighth?
I done let this bitch lie up in my face
Never again, go get that shit straight

[Chorus]
And you chose him over me, I peeped that
Me and my bro do get backs
Just got back from Atlanta, hit Six Flags
My brother tote six straps
Ish tote them Big Macs
I told her I'm him, yeah, she know that I'm him, yeah
I ride wit' a blick, yeah, so don't get hit, yeah

[Outro]
And you chose him over me, I peeped that
Me and my bro do get backs
Just got back from Atlanta, hit Six Flags
My brother tote six straps
Ish tote them Big Macs
I told her I'm him, yeah, she know that I'm him, yeah
I ride wit' a blick, yeah, so don't get hit, yeah