ATL (APPR3CIAT3 TH3 LOV3) (Explicit)

ATL (APPR3CIAT3 TH3 LOV3) (Explicit) - Mike Will Made-It/21 Savage

Lyrics by：Michael Len Williams ll/Floyd Howard/Carl Thompson/Faith Evans

Composed by：Michael Len Williams ll/Floyd Howard/Carl Thompson/Faith Evans

Produced by：Mike WiLL Made-It/John Jay Henry/London On Da Track

Ransom

Whoa whoa

Draco hit your block and it make everybody the same height

We don't sit around and wait we spin that shit the same night

How you claimin' shit that we did?

These niggas chasin' stripes

Bought the opps some buddy passes all they ass be takin' flights

I know G-block got my back I put CJ on my hat

Kick a door on River Road go to Candler settle flats

Pick a ho up on Panola she keep asking where we at?

Told her "Cut the music up and hide your face inside my lap"

Real one all the steppers love me I ain't leave when it was ugly

Beat time posted at the buddies up and shoot like Jared Dudley

Street smart I had to study out the mud like I play rugby

Don't you think just 'cause I rap I won't put down this fuckin' skully

I can't lie Central Drive taught me a lot of shit I know

Try me at the Circle K I shot up the whole fuckin' store

I done been a lot of things but I ain't never been no ho

My brother keep on talkin' 'bout the murders I'ma turn him ghost

Know my girl with me but she do the most

Ride a lot of jets and I don't care to post

Friends turn to enemies I keep 'em close

Vince McMahon we smackin' down the most

Anywhere past Moreland I don't care to go

You know I'm somewhere on McAfee I ain't gotta drop my lo'

You don't see her with me more than one time she is not my ho

You shit should get rid of that coach 'cause y'all don't never score

I got mad love for Alison Colt that's like my second home

Daddy in the feds mama workin' now she actin' grown

Fall in love with all the street niggas 'cause she feel alone

He don't really trust her when he go to sleep he take her phone

Ridin' in his car they thought it was him and shot her in the dome

Had the hood behind me way before I made a fuckin' song

I was robbin' all the known niggas before I was known

All these niggas was singin' when it come to that gangster shit I set the tone

Slaughter Gang I'm the one that pulled that sword up out that stone

Mhm we faded

Yeah yeah

Yeah mhm he faded faded

We got London on the track

Faded nigga we faded faded faded

21 21

Faded faded faded

Yeah yeah yeah

Poppin' them Percs got me faded faded faded faded faded

Mike WiLL Made-It

Poppin' them Percs got me faded

21 faded faded

Talkin' that shit get you faded

Brrt brrt baow

I'ma trap this bitch out till they raid it

21 21 21 21

Shoutout to the street 'cause they raised me

Yeah yeah

I told that bitch "Go with the flow"

The flow

I'm diggin' I'm diggin' I'm diggin' I'm diggin'

Her pussy is made out of gold

21

Fuck Instagram Twitter we not with the chatter

We bring that shit straight to your door

Ya dig?

I'm Slaughter Gang nigga I keep me a dagger

I put that shit straight to your throat

21

Throat whoa whoa

Whoa

I just wan' run up a big check I just wan' run up a big check

21

I just wan' run up a big check I just wan' run up a big check

21 yeah

I just wan' run up a big check I just wan' run up a big check

Yeah yeah

I just wan' run up a big check I just wan' run up a big check

21 21 21

Young Savage not with the chit-chat

Nah

I'm a big dog I got big racks

Whoa

All of my niggas got big straps

Ya dig?

Play with this shit and get killed yeah

Ya dig?

I run off and you ain't get shit back

21

If the bitch bad I'ma hit that

21

Ransom ransom ransom ransom

Yeah yeah yeah