[Intro: Quavo]
Yeah, Quavo (Buddah Bless this beat)
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Welcome to Atlanta, baby, it's bigger than magic
Where young niggas pull up Lambo' trucks and still trappin' (Skrrt)
Only place where you can pull up a bad bitch in traffic
Just keep that fire on you (Baow)
Won't catch me lackin' (Nah)
I put that shit on, lil' nigga, this that real fashion
Now every time they see the Huncho, they like, "Shawty havin'" (Gone)
We too player with the ball, bae, we all passin' (Player)
After hour, wall-to-wall, she a hookah savage (Hookah)
Yellow gold ropes lit up before' for the karats (Ice)
Havin' motion, havin' too much motion, we too active (Woo)
Turn my savage up (Go)
Nigga, 'cause the streets gеt nasty
When P signed me, I see millions in thе garbage bag (Su')
Just like Diddy in my city, makin' them bands, can't quit
Then put a Rollie on this wrist, said I was cookin' some grounds with
Think I'm bullshittin' (Ooh)
Come down to the city and it's lit
All these hoes thick (Woo)
We gon' fuck 'em all and get rich
[Chorus: Quavo]
So quit worrin' 'bout a bitch and get your bag, lil' buddy (Oh, yeah)
When you see this double cup, you got to know that it's muddy (Ah, yeah, mud)
And I ain't goin' for nothin' (Go)
Unless she goin' for somethin' (Go)
And she ain't gon' for nothin' (Go)
Unless she goin' for money (Uh)
Now this her first time in Atlanta
Bounce that ass for the camera
Where your hammer? (Baow)
You know it ain't shit sweet off in Atlanta
This the city (Woo)
You know this where the trappers turn to rappers (Trappers)
Don't tolerate no cappers (Yeah)
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Yeah, Quavo (Buddah Bless this beat)
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Welcome to Atlanta, baby, it's bigger than magic
Where young niggas pull up Lambo' trucks and still trappin' (Skrrt)
Only place where you can pull up a bad bitch in traffic
Just keep that fire on you (Baow)
Won't catch me lackin' (Nah)
I put that shit on, lil' nigga, this that real fashion
Now every time they see the Huncho, they like, "Shawty havin'" (Gone)
We too player with the ball, bae, we all passin' (Player)
After hour, wall-to-wall, she a hookah savage (Hookah)
Yellow gold ropes lit up before' for the karats (Ice)
Havin' motion, havin' too much motion, we too active (Woo)
Turn my savage up (Go)
Nigga, 'cause the streets gеt nasty
When P signed me, I see millions in thе garbage bag (Su')
Just like Diddy in my city, makin' them bands, can't quit
Then put a Rollie on this wrist, said I was cookin' some grounds with
Think I'm bullshittin' (Ooh)
Come down to the city and it's lit
All these hoes thick (Woo)
We gon' fuck 'em all and get rich
[Chorus: Quavo]
So quit worrin' 'bout a bitch and get your bag, lil' buddy (Oh, yeah)
When you see this double cup, you got to know that it's muddy (Ah, yeah, mud)
And I ain't goin' for nothin' (Go)
Unless she goin' for somethin' (Go)
And she ain't gon' for nothin' (Go)
Unless she goin' for money (Uh)
Now this her first time in Atlanta
Bounce that ass for the camera
Where your hammer? (Baow)
You know it ain't shit sweet off in Atlanta
This the city (Woo)
You know this where the trappers turn to rappers (Trappers)
Don't tolerate no cappers (Yeah)
Turn these bars into captions (Captions)
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