SOUTH ATL

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

South Atlanta with the sticks

South Atlanta with the bricks

I can't give my all to no lil' bitch

I make money for talkin' my shit

My boy like to jack, put 'em on a lick

My boy like to shoot, I ain't talkin' flicks

Might just go bustdown on a trick

I put a whole bustdown on the wrist

Yeah, yeah, yeah

They all want my help, but they won't give it back

Bust at they whip 'til the tires flat

Pull up beside 'em now, nigga, he whacked

Rule number one, don't you mess with a slatt

Designer sticks and designer the patch

Blunts in the pack, got runtz in the Scat

Ride with the switch, I ride with the MAC

My homies be poppin' a whole lotta pills

I wish you could feel how the fuck I feel

Know that that boy wanna live the way I live

Tryna make it out the spot, I know how it is

Yeah, okay, flip that pack, make it go both ways

I can see from afar that that boy two-faced

I done see shit, take a lot for it to faze me

Who else in this runnin' the game? Me

Ask God for forgiveness, save me

Still runnin' the game out at a full speed

Wouldn't go for that shit if it was me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay

Now you feel stupid, boy, you feel like a dumbo

Gotta get the packs out the door, nigga, pronto

Smoke a opp nigga just like fuckin' Fronto

The gang shit is forever

Designer attire, the leather

The bitch thought that we were together

The bitch thought that we were forever

I make my moves on my own, whatever I do, I don't tell her

I just wanna go far away and be out the mix forever

'Cause it used to be South Atlanta with the sticks

South Atlanta with the bricks

I can't give my all to no lil' bitch

I make money for talkin' my shit

My boy like to jack, put 'em on a lick

My boy like to shoot, I ain't talkin' flicks

Might just go bustdown on a trick

I put a whole bustdown on the wrist

Yeah, yeah, yeah

They all want my help, but they won't give it back

Bust at they whip 'til the tires flat

Pull up beside 'em now, nigga, he whacked

Rule number one, don't you mess with a slatt

Designer sticks and designer the patch

Blunts in the pack, got runtz in the Scat

Ride with the switch, I ride with the MAC

My homies be poppin' a whole lotta pills

I wish you could feel how the fuck I feel

Know that that boy wanna live the way I live

Tryna make it out the spot, I know how it is

Yeah, okay, flip that pack, make it go both ways

I can see from afar that that boy two-faced

I done see shit, take a lot for it to faze me

Who else in this runnin' the game? Me

Ask God for forgiveness, save me

Still runnin' the game out at a full speed

Wouldn't go for that shit if it was me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay

Now you feel stupid, boy, you feel like a dumbo

Gotta get the packs out the door, nigga, pronto

Smoke a opp nigga just like fuckin' Fronto

The gang shit is forever

Designer attire, the leather

The bitch thought that we were together

The bitch thought that we were forever

I make my moves on my own, whatever I do, I don't tell her

I just wanna go far away and be out the mix forever

'Cause it used to be-

South Atlanta with the sticks

South Atlanta with the bricks

South Atlanta with the sticks

South Atlanta with the bricks

Oh, yeah