From Atlanta - Luh Motion

(Banger) I was on the E-way, I was two hours from Atlanta, Georgia I had so much on my mind like, it was stressing me out (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) shit crazy Turn my phone off every time I'm thrown off Seen a head get blown off, they said them niggas drove off Sneaky bitches more soft, sip lean out a long straw Fell asleep in a cold car, that shit had turned me cold heart, I'm super stressed Came from havin' zeroes to some M's, I'm super blessed Street nigga hear everything grown, I had cougar sex If your pointers nowhere near 40, go get some new Baguettes Spin, shoot, spin around and shoot, that shit a super set Head strong, I'm mad I ain't say no quote on foenem headstone Chicago like a red zone, certain niggas won't last long Lost so many niggas at the same time, shit my tears gone Head hurt, why they jump out head first? Red shirt, blood stain Threw away my Gucci shirt, it had a cum stain Told 'em, "Wish I would change, I made it out with this mud stain" Yeah, foenem smokin' on that exotic I just told them that bitch honest, she ain't even did shit to her body I done fell in love with the one, I ain't fall in love with no thotty I just introduced her to a Percocet, ain't fuck around with no molly That bitch tryna kick it like karate, I said, "You toxic" That bitch know she got body, she just on it Freak, that bitch sneakin' and geekin' for sure I used a lighter to light up the stove Can't trust a bitch who gon' spill out the sto' Call me your brother but gave up the low He won't take naps but he sleep with his pole Fiendin' on Perc make a nigga move slow He think he slick 'cause no one knows I know some hoes who got my back I know my brothers they got my back I went to jail, they ain't have my back I called you twice, you ain't call me back I colored my dread, became a snack Bros fucked up when I gave them a stack If I don't love you, I don't get attached I told you I love you, you ain't say it back, oh These niggas phony (two hours from Atlanta) These niggas phony (two hours from Atlanta) These niggas phony (two hours from Atlanta) These niggas phony (two hours from Atlanta) These bitches phony (two hours from Atlanta) These bitches phony (two hours from Atlanta) These bitches phony (two hours from Atlanta) These bitches phony (two hours from Atlanta)

Pull some of that bass out, Bruce She's a stripper in Atlanta She just dance to pay for school, girl, I don't blame you Make that money, girl, don't let it make you And when that change get in your life, don't let it change you Girl, you so bad and you know it I got that bag and you know it She poppin' that ass on the floor Girl, pick up that cash off the floor All of the ballers, they know her I got some things I can show her Some bands I can throw her, some dick that I owe her Let's fuck up the store, get you Gucci galore Yeah, he hit it before, but can't fuck you no more Yeah, she major in film, wanna be a reporter I fell in love, wanna spoil and support her Hop out that Honda, come jump in this Benz Fuck her so good, got her tellin' her friends Ice on your neck so they know you my bitch Once I break down this pack, I'm gon' buss down your wrist, goddamn She's a stripper in Atlanta She just dance to pay for school, girl, I dont blame you Make that money, girl, dont let it make you And when this change get in your life, these hoes gon' hate you Yeah, new bag, new weave, new all 'at All them broke ass niggas better fall back She where the sauce at, boss bitch, all facts Lil' mama run them bands up, all stacks She got me thinkin' 'bout that pussy, hope it's all waxed And if I take lil' mama home, I'ma dog that Eat it up and all 'at, beat at where her walls at, yeah She's a stripper in Atlanta She just dance to pay for school, girl, I don't blame you Make that money, girl, don't let it make you And when this change get in your life, don't let it change you