Blatlanta

I'm from southside of this Blatlanta

Got shooters in Chiraq

Got shooters that'll blast you

I'm good in places you've never been

They'll give you shots, no medicine

So test Flock, don't try that

I got little niggas with big guns

Take limbs off like that's contact

And ain't scared to catch no murder case

Every summer, boost the murder rate

Won't send em now, I'll send em them later

When they cool off, I'll prefer to wait

Cause a real boss got to think smart

Cause the goal is to get cleaned off

While winners beef, we never see y'all

Cause the truth is your team soft

You ain't good out in these streets, nigga

You're a foreign, no green card

I been out in these streets, nigga

Since a young nigga getting green off

Jewelry on out in any hood, won't believe what this ring cost

Never tucking my chain in and I'm pulling up in your dream car

Can't talk real and not mention me

What? You niggas don't get it yet

I'm the realest in it and I built your image

Turn any block to Virginia Tech

You a pussy nigga never been a threat

I'm throwing bullets, Eli Manning

Any time you can intercept like Brandon Lee die in your set

Like blaow!

Nigga I ain't playin' no games

I ain't talking 'bout a Rover when I say I got range like blaow!

Frontin' for the fame get your name on the news

Cause I really got aim with the tool like blaow!

Shoot outs ain't nothing that's new to me

I'm only 2 or 3 he gone catch 2 or 3

Right through his jewelry nigga you food to me

Shouldn't have said what you said you gone do to me

These rappers as fake as a 3 dollar bill

And I really don't care how they feel

Don't make you a gangster cause you touched a mill '

Put you on the plate, I make you a meal

Don't make me reveal the truth about you niggas

You know that I will green light you for real

It's nothing my nigga I put on your head all bread that you signed for your deal

Boy we know you a façade

Know you won't ride, everything you say a lie

Ain't no surprise, beefing with me isn't wise

All these crooks oversize, swallow your pride

Or you can swallow this nine, really don't matter to me

I let you decide maybe I might let you slide, sike, homicide

Before this rap I was your favorite rappers favorite shooter

It ain't a question I'm a rider like I drive a hoover

I'm too G so without me there wouldn't be no Google

Your street cred a 3.50 without my approval