6lack – Atl Freestyle Lyrics

Cleary got me f*cked up
Taking out the trash on yo ass
I get rid of bad friends like a dump truck
Everything I been through is everything I am
What the f*ck you think this is, think I lucked up
Still down to earth, never stuck up
Ridding all my extra weight like a tum tuck
I sacrifice most of my time
So my daughter can take vacations in bumf*ck

I’m what? Come for mines and guns up
Wanna talk, betta run ya funds up
I’m from the 5, middle finger like I’m Nudy
It’s Mr turn the tabernacle to a movie, ooo-wee
Keep it moving, nothing to see
I grew up eating hot wings and bumping Gucci
On the block ain’t have no OG to school me
We just yelling wassup like Skooly
We hit the mall and we ball all day
I really know a drought, so its blue hundreds in the safe
My nigga ain’t a a Jake, but he running with that K
And you might take a L just for running out your face
I’m still the love doc, hood therapist
My life is VVS, I practice clarity
I practice what I preach
I’m living what I teach
Was looking down now they looking up to me

Cleary got me f*cked up
Taking out the trash on yo ass
I get rid of bad friends like a dump truck
Everything I been through, is everything I am
What the f*ck you think this is, think I lucked up
Still down to earth, never stuck up
Ridding all my extra weight like a tum tuck
I sacrifice most of my time
So my daughter can take vacations in bumf*ck

Riding through Atlanta on a off day
Hoping nobody double cross me
Hit up Keisha, "Have you seen Parlay?"
‘Cause he ain’t make it to the after party, aye
Spin the block ’cause its hot, keeping watch
6 o’clock time for Greg Street to rock
(Hmm, mmm, aye, okay)
I use to walk around that corner right in Kirkwood
Anne’s Snack Bar, where the food real good
I was living like a fool, breaking all the rules
Best of both worlds ’cause a nigga went to school
I was rapping like a bitch, singing to your girl
Might be quiet, baby, but I’m ready to rock your world, yeah
(Hmm, okay, yeah, yeah, aye)

Young Thug – Gain Clout Lyrics

[Chorus]
All of these young niggas killin’ each other, they tryna just gain clout
How you gon’ lie, just say that I said that, the fuck is you talkin’ about?
I had the dick inside of her mouth and I still had the chopper out
I put the bitch inside of a Range, the way she suckin’ my cock
I take a hundred racks right out of the bank and put on your tator tot
I got the crop Chanel bag, I’m ’bout to go fuck up the block
Hop in out the Porsche then hopped out the Jag’ and jack it like Jack in the Box
I put Chanel, the lil’ bitty bags all over all of the dots

[Verse 1]
Maybach came with the torch and the hatchback
RayVac, spray his ass back nigga, blat, blat
My bitches got credentials and green eyes like a black cat
Your bitch is almost fat, better stop playin’ ‘fore you get whacked
Money got me shittin’ like a laxative, no comparin’, I ran up the racks
All of my bitches are bougie and bad, my money was long as his ‘lac
I told the bitch that wasn’t my kid, I need a paternity
Pull up to your block and takin’ your cookie, call me Bernie

[Interlude]
Got the red interior, red shoes and red Jeep
Got a bad bitch, don’t play the radio, Greg Street

[Verse 2]
Dead meat, know you’re just a dead breed
Red meat, eat it like a deadbeat (deadbeat)
I pop a wheelie, I fuck on a bitch like I’m Banshee (brrt)
Bought a Rolls Royce and then I was smokin’ on whammy
I put the bitch on her back and I beat it like Hercules (hah)
How the fuck you let these rat niggas go get them some cheese? (Hah)
I had to send the car comin’, I took off and ran with the keys
I put some diamonds on her toe, yeah they dancin’, Chris Breezy
I go to Fendi and I got a tall breezy comin’ from Greece
I don’t believe her, I think she Belize or she from Middle East

[Chorus]
All of these young niggas killin’ each other, they tryna just gain clout
How you gon’ lie, just say that I said that, the fuck is you talkin’ about?
I had the dick inside of her mouth and I still had the chopper out
I put the bitch inside of a Range, the way she suckin’ my cock
I take a hundred racks right out of the bank and put on your tator tot
I got the crop Chanel bag, I’m ’bout to go fuck up the block
Hop in out the Porsche then hopped out the Jag’ and jack it like Jack in the Box
I put Chanel, the lil’ bitty bags all over all of the dots