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Description
Main Artist: Raq baby
Main Artist: Toosii
Producer: Westworldwaves
Producer: Benzo
Producer: Millionairekeii
Producer: Foreveronyx
Composer Lyricist: Brian Bedford
Composer Lyricist: Nau'Jour Grainger
Composer Lyricist: Rubama Meigs Adam
Composer Lyricist: Markei Crump
Composer Lyricist: TreVon Mills
Composer Lyricist: Dominic Roma
Lyrics and translation
Original
Atlanta, they start busy, want them
We do whatever you want
I walk around with a glizzing on you
They tryna get up when you gone
And all you cannot jump on shit
Know you wanna drop that low
Bet you won't, four niggas gon' deal
You bleed, yeah, we bleed
Hop out, squeeze
Heard all niggas tryna bump
What you and I ain't pop ID
Fina go buy a Bentley truck
When I pop out, look big, this me
D-bitch is fake, right to ring me a girl
Do I love her? I don't know
It's the real materials world
Can't help top floor, whenever I open the door
I be like, finna have a good night
What you wanna drink, Sprite
If you leave, I'll be alright
Tryna beat that shit to sleep whenever you leave, I'm be out night
Got some fun, tryna creep, make a squeak and he gon' die
Nigga, the chick, cause he thought I was gon' squeeze, he on 5'5
Nigga, wear your check, he blew
Everything and now he seen to be outside
Ain't trust you, bitch, all you do is lie
Tryna be my baby mama, can't be mine
Whenever it's smoke, no rhyme, but I won't crash because I grind
Work too hard for this, I had to get wild pass for me to shine
Yo, work hard for this, can't be stanchy with me, baby, get a line
Gotta work hard for real, be there for my kid
And the facade, this shit for real Play with us and we gon' spin
They line up they start busy want them We do whatever you
Want I walk around with a glizzing on you They try to
Get up when you go and all you cannot jump on shit Know
You wanna drop that low but you won four niggas gon drill
You bleed just how we bleed, hop out squeeze
Heard all niggas tryna bump, where you and I ain't pop ID
Finna go buy a Bentley truck, when I pop out, lil' big this me
D-bitcha fake right around here girl, do I love her?
I don't know, it's the real material world
This shit way too evil, I'm tryna pop a cup all black
I'm a fireman, kill some people, yeah
Deep about the ass, so don't scream
My new belt, Celine
Dre Locks in his head, got 308
The turn of Mr. Clean
Tell me what you want
Got it all, I got what you need
She don't give up that pussy for none
I'm a locksmith, know I got the key
I fuck around the tweet
Buy that Skrilla, I'm a fucking geek
I don't fuck with lames
Get tired of niggas, I'm a fucking pig
Fuckin' the big booty hoe in the scat pack
Almost wrecked your V, yeah
You ain't gonna bust that fire
Get out of the way, just give it to me, yeah
That song, my little boy, life ain't no toy
We put shit on T's
Don't ask what I believe
You should know
That cross is on my jeans
Atlanta, they start busy, want them
We do whatever you want
I walk around with a glizzing on you
They try to get up, where you go?
Hell no, you cannot jump on shit
Know you wanna drop that low
Bet you won't
Four niggas gon' drill
You bleed, just how we bleed
How about squeeze?
Heard all niggas tryna bump
Where you at?
I ain't pop ID
Finna go buy a Bentley truck
When I pop out, look big as me
D-bitch is fake right with me, girl
Do I love her?
I don't know
It's a real material world