Fivio Foreign - Atlanta lyrics
Fivio Foreign [Maxie Lee Ryles III] Brooklyn, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Fivio Foreign - Atlanta lyrics]
Uh huh
Stop callin' my phone bitch (stupid bitch)
I'm on demon time (Grrrrrrt)
Right now I'm on demon time (Bow)
Goin viral right now its some opps outside
Uh yeah, Look
We see a opp (We see an opp)
We get him hit (BOW)
All these dead niggas in my spliff
I get em shot and whoever he with (Bow)
I got a big gun on my hip
I got this bad bitch on my dick
I got static, I'm still on a trip
But I gotta travel with the crips (Grrrrt)
This is a must (Uh) big gun, Up (Bow, Uh)
Wave it (Wave it) , Bust (Bust)
(Aye Aye Aye) none of my opps is tough (Nah)
We movin' why, he what (what)
I bulletproofed the whole truck (Skrrrt)
I don't even gotta duck (yeah)
Hol' On (Hol' on) get it (Get it)
Spin 'em (Spin 'em) fidget (Fidget)
Them niggas food, chicken (Aye)
You know my body, movin' different (Aye)
Uh (Uh) that lil' son of a bitch
(That lil' son of a bitch) yeah
I see him I'm givin' him some of this clip
(Grrrrrt) he better run for his life
We can shoot or we can fight
I got a drop, I got a kite (Bow)
I'm gonna hit him with all of my might
I am a tiger (I am a tiger)
No, I am a lion (No, I am a lion)
No, I am a giant (I am a giant)
Ima make sure your mother cryin'
(Grrrrrrrt, BOW)
Uh huh, Oh Shit stop callin' my phone bitch
Yeah it's time nigga i'm on demon time
Bitch you recording 911 (Grrrrrt)
Demon time, Demon time
Fivio Foreign, Grrrrrrt yeah, Look
Shoutout the boy for trying his luck
We catch him lackin', we tying him up
All my bitches is fire as fuck
He think he loose, we tighten him up
Big gun, It's right in the trunk
I came from any attic if they want
I got a different baddie every month
My niggas gone move around me with the pump
Nigga I'm savage, We don't got static
(We don't got static)
I just take away your life
(yeah) , thats simple mathematics
I need a ratchet, I gotta have it
If I see him, bet Ima clap it
We give a fuck about the traffic
My niggas shootin' like one of the Mavericks
That nigga don't know we go
Anywhere we motherfuckin' want
Any state, any city, any country
Any motherfuckin' hemisphere
Hemi with the straight, movin' with Detroit
Movin' like that
All gas no brakes motherfucker
Yea this big business, I'm a business man
BOW
Stop callin' my phone bitch (stupid bitch)
I'm on demon time (Grrrrrrt)
Right now I'm on demon time (Bow)
Goin viral right now its some opps outside
Uh yeah, Look
We see a opp (We see an opp)
We get him hit (BOW)
All these dead niggas in my spliff
I get em shot and whoever he with (Bow)
I got a big gun on my hip
I got this bad bitch on my dick
I got static, I'm still on a trip
But I gotta travel with the crips (Grrrrt)
This is a must (Uh) big gun, Up (Bow, Uh)
Wave it (Wave it) , Bust (Bust)
(Aye Aye Aye) none of my opps is tough (Nah)
We movin' why, he what (what)
I bulletproofed the whole truck (Skrrrt)
I don't even gotta duck (yeah)
Hol' On (Hol' on) get it (Get it)
Spin 'em (Spin 'em) fidget (Fidget)
Them niggas food, chicken (Aye)
You know my body, movin' different (Aye)
Uh (Uh) that lil' son of a bitch
(That lil' son of a bitch) yeah
I see him I'm givin' him some of this clip
(Grrrrrt) he better run for his life
We can shoot or we can fight
I got a drop, I got a kite (Bow)
I'm gonna hit him with all of my might
I am a tiger (I am a tiger)
No, I am a lion (No, I am a lion)
No, I am a giant (I am a giant)
Ima make sure your mother cryin'
(Grrrrrrrt, BOW)
Uh huh, Oh Shit stop callin' my phone bitch
Yeah it's time nigga i'm on demon time
Bitch you recording 911 (Grrrrrt)
Demon time, Demon time
Fivio Foreign, Grrrrrrt yeah, Look
Shoutout the boy for trying his luck
We catch him lackin', we tying him up
All my bitches is fire as fuck
He think he loose, we tighten him up
Big gun, It's right in the trunk
I came from any attic if they want
I got a different baddie every month
My niggas gone move around me with the pump
Nigga I'm savage, We don't got static
(We don't got static)
I just take away your life
(yeah) , thats simple mathematics
I need a ratchet, I gotta have it
If I see him, bet Ima clap it
We give a fuck about the traffic
My niggas shootin' like one of the Mavericks
That nigga don't know we go
Anywhere we motherfuckin' want
Any state, any city, any country
Any motherfuckin' hemisphere
Hemi with the straight, movin' with Detroit
Movin' like that
All gas no brakes motherfucker
Yea this big business, I'm a business man
BOW