CHAINLiiP - atgaca Lyrics

All that goes around comes
A-T-G-A-C-A
All that goes around comes
A-T-G-A-C-A
All that goes around comes
A-T-G-A-C-A
All that goes around comes All that
GOES AROUND COMES AROUND A-T-G-A-C-A
Down in Atlanta with my bro
Up somewhere in North ATL
We was turnt at all the shows
Doing shit I won't even tell
At the after party with the hoes
Then bring 'em back to the hotel
Slut her out then nut on her nose
Kick her out I'm not like Adele
None of y'all get from me Hellos
My circle BEEN top-notch personnel
Nigga scary I'm like Oh-No!
BOP-BOP
Now he's gone like farewell
They ask why I reap what I sow
Confused on why my music sells
'Cause I'm the best from Raleigh HOE!
I'm the best f*cking rapper from my state
Killing rappers and putting 'em on plates
The streets are steady calling for my name
Pick up the phone I don't know what to say
I know when I'm outside we play my way
Yo go away you ain't made for the game
This ain't NINTENDO nigga you a lame
I don't do it but I'm pushing dry weight
Lines to dance to and to snort up
Drinking free water from court cups
The DA watching looks stuck up
Why are you afraid of the judge
They've got no proof the shit we've done
I had already tossed the gun
I put it somewhere on Antone
Top notch Lawyers nigga NOT BUMS!
All that goes around comes
A-T-G-A-C-A
All that goes around comes
A-T-G-A-C-A
All that goes around comes
A-T-G-A-C-A
All that goes around comes All that
GOES AROUND COMES AROUND A-T-G-A-C-A
All year long I've been K-Dotting niggas
Yeah Humbling left and right it figures
My whole circle full of f*cking killers
If you press me you gone f*cking feel us
You get touched too like P Diddler
Kanye out here praising Hitler
Had to cut him off like scissors
Played his songs I'll reconsider
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
I see the greatest to do it as I get nearer
If you don't agree then go cry me a river
Pull my dick out and shorty eat me like dinner
Sober for life don't drink liquor
When I say this don't get bitter
Yo girl stay cheat bro just skip her
A-t-g-a-c-a nigga
All that goes around comes around
I don't f*ck with the hoes you found
In London let's go pound for pound
We don't frown since the Queen's dead now
I got two twins in my front seat
Two twin glocks too for the street meet
Nigga test me Imma whoop on feet
Make sure I put his ass to sleep
Maybe just wake up New Orleans
F*ck the saints and f*ck Chris Breezy
Nigga light work he too easy
Make him say sorry like Moe Dee
That's J Cole for those that don't know
I was just in Fayetteville though
I ain't see any O-V-Hoes
Don't press your hands too slow to throw
All that goes around comes
A-T-G-A-C-A
All that goes around comes
A-T-G-A-C-A
All that goes around comes
A-T-G-A-C-A
All that goes around comes All that
GOES AROUND COMES AROUND A-T-G-A-C-A
If it ain't snowing I ain't going
At the house party tittes are showing
Took this bitch home and my dick she's blowing
Imma just blow this bitch up like Boeing
My boy is higher than a plane
Bazooka in my trunk BANG BANG
Fire everywhere you need rain
I hope you know that I'm just playing
Call my lawyer and get the case ready
Oh shit he did that already
Now I make more fun of Aubrey
Yeah I'm feeling really petty
The judge apologized for me
Why you trynna tell 'em sorry
What're you forty? That's so corny
Let me tell you the full story