Rod Wave - ATR for Life lyrics
Rod Wave [Rodarius Marcell Green] Saint Petersburg, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rod Wave - ATR for Life lyrics]
Pipe that shit up, TNT
You know, I don't really
I ain’t really on that
Gangbanging shit but you know
Them young niggas, they don't even play
Tellin' you, know what I’m sayin'?
It's cool to go to school, I went to school
You know what I'm sayin'?
You know what I'm sayin'? MikeMadeThe808s
Hit you up for life
When I say big dawg boss, big dawg boss
You know what I'm sayin’? What up? What up?
Bitch, I’m, c'mon, man, bitch
You know what’s up with me brr, hah
Ain't got to pay no shooters
Because they paid tryna bodybag a nigga and
That's on Reniyah grave
ATR and we take war shit deeply
I done seen too many fall to
Let you bitches beat me
Okay, so wipe a nigga's nose or somethin’
Yeah send a nigga home or somethin', yeah
Pop a nigga dome or somethin', yeah
Get a nigga gone or somethin', yeah
Rock out with that chrome or somethin', yeah
Yeah, get a nigga gone or somethin', yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, go pop a nigga dome or somethin', yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nigga, on my brother
I got a cutter with a hundred in it
Hit a nigga street with that heat
And have him jumpin' fences
Chris got a yopper
He the youngest but the fuckin' dumbest
Niggas want war with the gang but
They ain't got no money
New rental plug, we tinted up
They never seen us comin'
I told lil' bro that I got ten
And we can fuckin' run it
Let's go to war, let's go to war
May the best win for the love of money
I seen best friends kill best friends
Six bales and give a nigga three hours
He'll be on the news
I was on my way to Cali when
Bruh got knocked out his shoes
From my block to your block
Niggas is gettin' blues
The streets ain't for these lil' boys
You better stay in school
Ain't got to pay no shooters
Because they paid
Tryna bodybag a nigga and then
Someone on your grave
ATR and we take war shit deeply
I done seen too many fall to
Let you bitches beat me
Okay, so wipe a nigga's nose or somethin'
Yeah send a nigga home or somethin', yeah
Pop a nigga dome or somethin', yeah
Get a nigga gone or somethin', yeah
Rock out with that chrome or somethin', yeah
Yeah, get a nigga gone or somethin', yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, go pop a nigga dome or somethin', yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's what I'm tellin' you, nigga
Say what the fuck you want 'bout the gang
I bet you still don't wanna go to war
I bet you don't want no smoke
This nigga ain't got no money to be beefin'
Man you niggas crazier than a bitch
Yeah, the streets too dry to be tryna go
To war with a nigga with some money, man
Three, four racks, man
He'll walk right up on your ass
Better stop playin'
You know, I don't really
I ain’t really on that
Gangbanging shit but you know
Them young niggas, they don't even play
Tellin' you, know what I’m sayin'?
It's cool to go to school, I went to school
You know what I'm sayin'?
You know what I'm sayin'? MikeMadeThe808s
Hit you up for life
When I say big dawg boss, big dawg boss
You know what I'm sayin’? What up? What up?
Bitch, I’m, c'mon, man, bitch
You know what’s up with me brr, hah
Ain't got to pay no shooters
Because they paid tryna bodybag a nigga and
That's on Reniyah grave
ATR and we take war shit deeply
I done seen too many fall to
Let you bitches beat me
Okay, so wipe a nigga's nose or somethin’
Yeah send a nigga home or somethin', yeah
Pop a nigga dome or somethin', yeah
Get a nigga gone or somethin', yeah
Rock out with that chrome or somethin', yeah
Yeah, get a nigga gone or somethin', yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, go pop a nigga dome or somethin', yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nigga, on my brother
I got a cutter with a hundred in it
Hit a nigga street with that heat
And have him jumpin' fences
Chris got a yopper
He the youngest but the fuckin' dumbest
Niggas want war with the gang but
They ain't got no money
New rental plug, we tinted up
They never seen us comin'
I told lil' bro that I got ten
And we can fuckin' run it
Let's go to war, let's go to war
May the best win for the love of money
I seen best friends kill best friends
Six bales and give a nigga three hours
He'll be on the news
I was on my way to Cali when
Bruh got knocked out his shoes
From my block to your block
Niggas is gettin' blues
The streets ain't for these lil' boys
You better stay in school
Ain't got to pay no shooters
Because they paid
Tryna bodybag a nigga and then
Someone on your grave
ATR and we take war shit deeply
I done seen too many fall to
Let you bitches beat me
Okay, so wipe a nigga's nose or somethin'
Yeah send a nigga home or somethin', yeah
Pop a nigga dome or somethin', yeah
Get a nigga gone or somethin', yeah
Rock out with that chrome or somethin', yeah
Yeah, get a nigga gone or somethin', yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, go pop a nigga dome or somethin', yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's what I'm tellin' you, nigga
Say what the fuck you want 'bout the gang
I bet you still don't wanna go to war
I bet you don't want no smoke
This nigga ain't got no money to be beefin'
Man you niggas crazier than a bitch
Yeah, the streets too dry to be tryna go
To war with a nigga with some money, man
Three, four racks, man
He'll walk right up on your ass
Better stop playin'