Letras
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh, my fucking God
ATL ball life, might come through a stop light
New bands, shit blue raped, them New Hund's there on candler
Got 50 racks on me, fuck it, let's gamble
Boss up on these bitches, I'm raising my standards
Throwback Barry Sanders, duce duce with da hammer
Be true to you, also kidnap you for ransom
I want da Beamer coupe, G sell a bean or two
Bring me two ninas through, might throw a barbecue
Gucci on Gucci, two G's on the goggles
I came from the bottom, push start on the auto
Bankroll da logic, book me at The Garden
That's way in New York, nigga, Brooklyn to Harlem
Harlem globe trotter trick, trick off witcha partner
Yo' bitch is a shopper, she scared of the doctor
Chew through the city in a helicopter
I'm smoking this shit up, a hippie a rasta
I'll fuck your bitch, scratched her off of my roster
Off of my roster, I'll stretch her, no problem
Shirt Valentino, I'm bigger than Nino
All black El Camino, I'm kicking that Lingo
Too many C Notes, I'm serving Gambino
I'm serving y'all mean though, so run through your C notes
Tuck your shit in when we come in like Debo
You niggas here acting like Danny DeVito