Sh!t (ATL Remix) Future (Ft. Jeezy, Pastor Troy & T.I.)

[Intro: Future]
Oh, you know you ain't got all them guns
And you ain't killed nobody yet
How many times you shot that motherfucker?
Ain't nobody popped up dead
Shit!

[Chorus: Future]
Talkin' bout ya poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit
Talkin' bout 100 bottles, nigga, you ain't pop shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit
Spendin' money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit
Shit, shit

[Verse 1: Pastor Troy]
Y'all ain't crunk like me, y'all ain't bout shit
AK-47 and that Ruger and some other shit
PT Cruiser, nigga, do a nigga, who the nigga?
I'm so ratchet with that plastic
Shit get drastic, leave him in the casket
Now my nigga Mike WiLL giving me a chill pill
But a nigga crunk still, plenty niggas got killed
I don't give a fuck though, still got some ammo
Dressed in camo, represent Atlanta, ho
Pastor Disaster back like the rapture
Don't let me catch ya, ho, I'm coming at ya
Bap on my shoulder, pocket full of doja
Keep my composure, fuck pulling over
Brrrrr, stick 'em, fuck the niggas with them
I'm gonna get them, promise I'mma hit them
Pastor Disaster, get off my dick
I be clean from my cup to my kicks
Foreign! How I like my bitch
Y'all, niggas, ain't, shit!