Peezy - 7AM in ATL lyrics

(Marc Boomin) yeah
Keep that, Dave ayy

Young rich nigga
In the club throwin' up the set
Lost family and friends on
The road to success need a rich bitch
Where some hoes with a check?
Lookin' like a leprechaun
All this gold on my neck
I'm a dog, you a snake, I'm a boss
You a disgrace
Stay the fuck up out my way 'cause
We ain't in the same race
Bad bitch with some taste
Can't get her out my face
She wanna fuck me every day
She know I'm dealing with some cake
Ten on me now while I'm working on this case
I'm working with some dealers
You be working with the state
See you mad at the world
All the fuck you do is hate
Broke niggas telling jokes
All the fuck you do is play
Fall off in the club with
Some lions and some apes
Pockets filled up with dubs
All day been makin' plays
They say all a nigga rap
About is money and drugs
Fuckin' hoes, buyin' cars
Throwin' money in clubs
Niggas scared to get a bag
You'll run from the plug
Sippin' out a double cup, bitch
I came out the mud
Clothes smell like crack, hoes say I'm a thug
Real gutter shit for real
Wouldn't change if I could
When it comes to that bag, I do backflips
You ain't really who you say you is
You a catfish i can make a bird disappear
That's a hat trick i done fell off a hundred
Times and got back rich, i stack chips
I could point you in the
Right direction for some work
Get some money
'cause these hoes don't respect
You if you broke quarter brick of soft
Had to stretch it on the stove
Louis jacket lookin' like I'm playin'
Checkers on my coat
I'm a young fly nigga, I talk big shit
You ain't on what I'm on, keep your distance
Hatin' on me to the hoes, get your bitch hit
Used to give me hard times
Now she got me on her wishlist
Boss in the flesh, you just talkin' to death
All I do is get it here and
Let my dog do the rest
Nigga say he wanna rob me
All this frost on my neck
Where was y'all when I was riding
In the Audi with Nef?
Where was y'all when me and Ray
Was on Tacoma with Reek?
I ain't see you on the road when
I was down in the V
I was down on my knuckles, bitch
I'm back on my feet
You ain't been where I been
You just rap like you me
Ain't no love, heart cold as December
Ain't gotta leave the city
I get mines out the blender
Bunch of dirty-ass small fries
Y'all pretenders get a steak dinner
Leave alone them chicken tenders
Been knew I was destined to
Be great from the beginning
Got away with murder on the
Stove in them trenches
Grew up seeing fiends shootin'
Dog out syringes made it out the hood
Now all a nigga see is 'Raris and Bentleys
Had to be a dog
You wouldn't make it where I'm from
You can't even have shit
They gon' take it if you soft
Lookin' for some money
I'll take you if you lost
Take some food off our plate
We goin' take you niggas off
I ain't gotta sign
I'm a legend in the streets
You be payin' hoes to stay
I'll pay a bitch to leave
Fuck the rap game, bitch
I made it in the streets
Still good in every hood, can't
No young niggas compete, bitch

Yeah, No Hooks 2, nigga
You know how I'm vibin', nigga
Rest in peace Soda yeah