[Intro]
(KE on the Track)
(Scotty ATL: Bob what up man?)
(B.o.B: What's up fool?)
(Scotty ATL: thse n***as out here hustlin' for a [?])
(Scotty ATL: You know I don't really f** with these n***as right?
(B.o.B: f** 'em)
(B.o.B: Talk' to em) (x3)
(Scotty ATL: Real n***a ain't never for the hustle for the [?])
(Scotty ATL: Real n***a ATL)
[Verse 1: Scotty ATL]
Two three times had to fall on my face
And you supposed to be a n***a I can trust
You ain't never pulled at a real n***a fall I recall
You just schemin' on the n***as in your own in the circle you were
Lying on the internet, putting n***a lame
Talking real sh** n***as ain't real
You just trying to [?] n***a I can feel
Told 'em I ain't f**ing with these n***as I'mma focus on my own sh**
Cool Club for life, had the [?] on
Kanye, getting f**ed by all that
Finna turn like car keys (turn up), with a
Bad b**h, and a cup full of Cognac
[?] this a carjack, I be
Ridin' like a motherf**ing [?] valet
With the Swiss full of [?], yeah I
Need that, these n***as on my last nerve
Who you trying to impress, you be trickin' [?]
Yeah n***as ain't ball like
We can can see it on your IG, you be
Tryin' too hard you don't even live your own life
Getting line like a [?], take over time
Give me head like MJ
Post a clip on OJ
R.i.p my n***a OJ, they ain't know
[Hook]
Man I don't really f** with these n***as
Man I don't really f** with these n***as
I don't really f** with these n***as I don't
f** with these n***as, man I don't really
f** with these n***as
Man I don't really f** with these n***as
I don't really f** with these n***as i don't
f** with these niga**, man I don't really
f** with these n***as
[Verse 2: Scotty ATL]
Show a n***a love he get sh**ted on (sh**ted on)
Man Hollywood, now I ball like f** 'em
Me and cut the tees out the top of the colored [?]
See me they can see me hold a mothef**ing [?]
XXL even complex, no radio
On tour getting good dough
Meeting tightwads, I don't know about the pudding but
They don't know about hood though
Give a foot long, I'm just tryin' to get the long bread
Get some a** out my [?]
In the [?], chasing paper like a maniac
Man we struggle way too long
Want a lambo, just to ride wanna feel like
Ace [?] on a good park
And the good lord, help me blow up help me getting rich
Help me make it real real far
Know just one thing, n***as act like they wanna see
They just wanna see take outs
Never for them, so I grind i ain't letting off
I ain't taking no days off
We were cool with them, but they were hating I can feel it
They were hating I can feel it
I'mma make 'em look bad, jealous heart at that boy
Watch a real n***a k** it
[Hook]
[Verse 3: B.o.B]
Man I feel like f** these n***as
I ain't really feeling near one of these n***as
I'm worldwide boy you just a one street n***a
MLB ballin' Barry Bond league hitters
I ain't got I ain't got no handout for these n***as
But lyrically I'mma make examples out of n***as
They gon' f** around and put Atlanta out a n***a
You ain't got to tell I whip the lambo out on n***as
Yeah catch heat make a camel out of n***as
They gon' swear they got the Rambo out the ghetto
What the f** you fantasize a n***a
It ain't real beef unless they pullin' ammo out of n***as
How can n***as even think they on my level (On my level)
When they're too many n***as thinking on my level (All over)
Take a minute n***a think of something clever
If it's numbers to this sh** I"m going meta
I won't say I'm a vet, just somewhere between the best
And ahead of the rest, next level finesse
Heavy metal possessed
Bullsh** to my right, pool pit to my left
That ain't neither here nor there, nevertheless
Just tell your friend bring a lighter and song
Both my eyes low like Cheech and Chong
Bobby Ray Bands in your camera phone
If I ain't on your TV boy you got the channel wrong
[Hook]
[Outro: Scotty ATL]
Yeah what it do man it's your boy Scotty ATL man checkin' in one time, you know what I'm sayin'? Man shout out to n***as out there geting the motherf**in' money man you know? Y'all n***as say No Jan-re, we say No Genre, you feel me? Where we from that A-Town and you know what I'm talkin' 'bout so we just talk like that. No Genre n***a not No Jan-re. Get that sh** right, fool. Scotty ATL Cool Club, what's happening? Turn up in this b**h man, leggo