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[Hook â Scotty ATL]
Two tone paint on the Cut, dog
Whole lot of flood in my cup, dog
Mama cooked the fish and grits before I jumped off
Next stop, VIP, slicked up dog
Bad bitches pouring drinks, put your glass up
Make a toast to the [?] getting cash up
A lot of niggas alive, but I ainât living
Trill niggas throw your hands to the ceiling
It ainât nothing but a party
It ainât nothing but a party, party
It ainât nothing but a party
It ainât nothing but a party, party
It ainât nothing but a
[Verse 1 â Scotty ATL]
Hold up, wait, yeah Iâm tryna do that
I ainât talking [?] when I say Iâm tryna screw that
Taught getting money on the ground, yeah my crew that
Dark tint pull up on a nigga like who that?
Born as a king, had a crown in the womb
You can feel a real nigga when they enter in the room
They donât pat him down [?] club just as soon
He an organized gangster, everything cool, let him in!
Ok, this is how the shit go
[?] him, no guessing who this shit for
Major on the beat, getting lit with my kin folk
A-Town to Cali, keep it jumping like a 64
Seven feet tall, want the money like Manute Bol
Your money like Spud Webb
[?] drunk, looking for a freak
Still working on my two step
[Hook]
[Verse 2 â Iamsu!]
Magic City, ATL
Met a stripper named blue, she was thick as hell
Iâm from the west coast, brick city
And everywhere I go you know the clique with me
I made a million in the 1-3
My girl thick enough to work at KOD
And all I see is Su mini-mes
I'm a month removed from 23
Finna go too far for the twofold
Balling out, I just need a hoop court
Swish, increase the pace like Paul George
Had some of the baddest on two legs on all fours
Run the state from the bay down to Los Angeles
And I bury these bars, Iâm a barbarian
And they canât handle the ball so they start carrying
Run it till Iâm down under like an Australian
[Hook]
[Verse 3 â B.o.B]
I pull up in something youâve never seen
But I promise youâll hear the engine
Fore you even know what street that Iâm coming from
When Iâm feeling cumbersome, I party till money come
I need a ghetto booty, preferably an onion one
Iâm always the honest one
Canât point a real nigga out unless you done humbled one
Iâm always the blunted one
The type of dude to have the same team I did from the jump
And you the type of dude to just show up when the money come
(Iâm here!) and leave when the moneyâs done
Iâm fasting from fake niggas, consider it Rama-done
If we in the building, well itâs like thereâs a special going
1 800 call a real nigga, the telethon
Hit us for help or something
[Bridge â B.o.B]
Yeah, itâs all I know
East side Decatur white is all I dope
Yeah, itâs all I know
Pour my drank, Imma smoke my smoke
[Hook]
- Album:
- Spaghetti Junction
- Traffic Jamz