Say they looking for me
You know where I'm at
In trenches the with my perro's
Bitch I'm shooting craps
If it aint bout no play
F*ck boy don't hit my jack
Flyer than plane
You Gone get high jacked
Cut The ones up in your circle
Tryna piggy back
I put that on everything
That my shit gon slap
Don't you hate a bitch
That do it for a sack
I rather get a bitch that do it for a bag
By the looks of things
It seems I'm up to something bad
And if you down bad
Get up off your ass
And I don't need you around me
If you gon hold me back
And I don't need no autotune for me to snap
Ima slide on this beat
This is how I step
I'm a Panhandle jit
850 shit
Out in Cali but Fort Walton still on my back
Ain't burn on the pine
Since I f*cking touched the wax
And I capping
I'll bust cap in your ass
And I ain't lackin
In britches semi automatic
Crosstown Bridge some gaps
I'm on some bigger man shit
And Brother's Don't Change
No matter what happen
Keep it pushing in life
Don't ever been a has been
And free homies lock down
Who do the time gladly
F*ck a hater
F*ck the law
And f*ck the state taxes
I wanna get my passport
And travel the whole Atlas
I wanna pull every bad bitch
And f*ck her ass backwards
Young Florida jit
Use to get kicked out the classroom
Say why you smoking in the hall
You ask to use the bathroom
I gives mad ass f*ck
I'm from the Panhandle
What That mean
That mean the shit you talking don't matter
Use to hit The Yard Birds
And grab some purp from M***Man
Way before that it was dirty's
Reggie with the sand bag
The city flooded
So I filled the porch up with some sandbags
In a baser rental
Switched him for f*cking glass pack
The broken windows
Really have his ass smacked
I just want the ends
I don't want no friends
No we cannot kiss
I don't do no French
French toast in the morning
Cheese eggs and cheese grits
Heard you made a couple racks
Should save it
Bae don't spend it
They say who you is
I said bitch I'm him
Young Florida Jit
Cali Born
Can't smoke no midget
Them and I are different
I came from the sticks
Once you show them that you trust em
Bag getting pinched
Once you show them that you love em
Feelings start to change
Most The homies either dead
Or prison doing stints
Been out here on own
Ain't nothing you can tell the kid
You want smoke
Heat the rig, keep a loaded Sig
Might as well split his shit
He Tryna play the fence
Might as well hop up off
Your ass and get a check
10 hour shifts on Navy ship
That's Daygo shit
And you can make it
If you solid when this shit get thick
You ain't gotta follow shit
My boy f*ck a trend
I know you ain't tryna hear this shit
But f*ck a friend
Aye Geniuz - Atlas Lyrics
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English
Say they looking for me
You know where I'm at
In trenches the with my perro's
Bitch I'm shooting craps
If it aint bout no play
F*ck boy don't hit my jack
Flyer than plane
You Gone get high jacked
Cut The ones up in your circle
Tryna piggy back
I put that on everything
That my shit gon slap
Don't you hate a bitch
That do it for a sack
I rather get a bitch that do it for a bag
By the looks of things
It seems I'm up to something bad
And if you down bad
Get up off your ass
And I don't need you around me
If you gon hold me back
And I don't need no autotune for me to snap
Ima slide on this beat
This is how I step
I'm a Panhandle jit
850 shit
Out in Cali but Fort Walton still on my back
Ain't burn on the pine
Since I f*cking touched the wax
And I capping
I'll bust cap in your ass
And I ain't lackin
In britches semi automatic
Crosstown Bridge some gaps
I'm on some bigger man shit
And Brother's Don't Change
No matter what happen
Keep it pushing in life
Don't ever been a has been
And free homies lock down
Who do the time gladly
F*ck a hater
F*ck the law
And f*ck the state taxes
I wanna get my passport
And travel the whole Atlas
I wanna pull every bad bitch
And f*ck her ass backwards
Young Florida jit
Use to get kicked out the classroom
Say why you smoking in the hall
You ask to use the bathroom
I gives mad ass f*ck
I'm from the Panhandle
What That mean
That mean the shit you talking don't matter
Use to hit The Yard Birds
And grab some purp from M***Man
Way before that it was dirty's
Reggie with the sand bag
The city flooded
So I filled the porch up with some sandbags
In a baser rental
Switched him for f*cking glass pack
The broken windows
Really have his ass smacked
I just want the ends
I don't want no friends
No we cannot kiss
I don't do no French
French toast in the morning
Cheese eggs and cheese grits
Heard you made a couple racks
Should save it
Bae don't spend it
They say who you is
I said bitch I'm him
Young Florida Jit
Cali Born
Can't smoke no midget
Them and I are different
I came from the sticks
Once you show them that you trust em
Bag getting pinched
Once you show them that you love em
Feelings start to change
Most The homies either dead
Or prison doing stints
Been out here on own
Ain't nothing you can tell the kid
You want smoke
Heat the rig, keep a loaded Sig
Might as well split his shit
He Tryna play the fence
Might as well hop up off
Your ass and get a check
10 hour shifts on Navy ship
That's Daygo shit
And you can make it
If you solid when this shit get thick
You ain't gotta follow shit
My boy f*ck a trend
I know you ain't tryna hear this shit
But f*ck a friend
You know where I'm at
In trenches the with my perro's
Bitch I'm shooting craps
If it aint bout no play
F*ck boy don't hit my jack
Flyer than plane
You Gone get high jacked
Cut The ones up in your circle
Tryna piggy back
I put that on everything
That my shit gon slap
Don't you hate a bitch
That do it for a sack
I rather get a bitch that do it for a bag
By the looks of things
It seems I'm up to something bad
And if you down bad
Get up off your ass
And I don't need you around me
If you gon hold me back
And I don't need no autotune for me to snap
Ima slide on this beat
This is how I step
I'm a Panhandle jit
850 shit
Out in Cali but Fort Walton still on my back
Ain't burn on the pine
Since I f*cking touched the wax
And I capping
I'll bust cap in your ass
And I ain't lackin
In britches semi automatic
Crosstown Bridge some gaps
I'm on some bigger man shit
And Brother's Don't Change
No matter what happen
Keep it pushing in life
Don't ever been a has been
And free homies lock down
Who do the time gladly
F*ck a hater
F*ck the law
And f*ck the state taxes
I wanna get my passport
And travel the whole Atlas
I wanna pull every bad bitch
And f*ck her ass backwards
Young Florida jit
Use to get kicked out the classroom
Say why you smoking in the hall
You ask to use the bathroom
I gives mad ass f*ck
I'm from the Panhandle
What That mean
That mean the shit you talking don't matter
Use to hit The Yard Birds
And grab some purp from M***Man
Way before that it was dirty's
Reggie with the sand bag
The city flooded
So I filled the porch up with some sandbags
In a baser rental
Switched him for f*cking glass pack
The broken windows
Really have his ass smacked
I just want the ends
I don't want no friends
No we cannot kiss
I don't do no French
French toast in the morning
Cheese eggs and cheese grits
Heard you made a couple racks
Should save it
Bae don't spend it
They say who you is
I said bitch I'm him
Young Florida Jit
Cali Born
Can't smoke no midget
Them and I are different
I came from the sticks
Once you show them that you trust em
Bag getting pinched
Once you show them that you love em
Feelings start to change
Most The homies either dead
Or prison doing stints
Been out here on own
Ain't nothing you can tell the kid
You want smoke
Heat the rig, keep a loaded Sig
Might as well split his shit
He Tryna play the fence
Might as well hop up off
Your ass and get a check
10 hour shifts on Navy ship
That's Daygo shit
And you can make it
If you solid when this shit get thick
You ain't gotta follow shit
My boy f*ck a trend
I know you ain't tryna hear this shit
But f*ck a friend
Writer: Angel Gonzalez
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