Chance The Rapper - Atlanta House Freestyle lyrics

[Lil Yachty:] Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat (Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat) Chance (Yep), Boat (Yep) Chance (Yep), Boat (Yep) Chance (Yep), Boat (Yep) Fed up with n***as, they frontin' like loans f**in' this model lil' b**h from the back (Skrrt) In the tinted Maybach, almost broke all her bones She don't do Backwoods, only do Bones (Go) Sometimes I [?] if she out on the [?] It was white like snow instead [?] I made 250 cash in three days on the low I was out in L.A. walkin' 'round like the po' Got a stick in the coat 'cause these n***as be on me I love what I do, but this sh** make you phony I can't trust a soul 'less that boy really know me You don't really know me, you hang 'round the homies Shame in the game, no, I don't work for Sony This ain't no [?], I move like politicians Someone snatch my chain, they'll be hopin' and wishin' My life is non-fiction, I sold out the Brixton I shot a AK, that sh** sound like a Braxton On the west side where them boys really taxin' (Go) Yep, (Go) yep My newest b**h, she a work of art, I could sell her at an auction Bought a new watch and that sh** dipped in frostin' I take the play, I'm Randy Moss-in I am no weirdo [Chance the Rapper (Lil Yachty) {Both}:] {I am a Martian} The play was a option My tape was a caution I coulda had plaques, I was too busy flossin' Too busy crossin' the street, I got hits, I got drip like a faucet This house is too little, it feel like a coffin I go hit the club like the ball when I'm golfin' I ball in the swamp with alligators The house is too big, I got hella waiters The nanny got stuck in the elevator Just give me the key to the microwave The safe is too big to hide the safe The wave is too big to ride the wave To ride the wave, to ride the wave (The wave) I keep on all of my VVs in the shower I'm blacker than Howard, I'm blacker than Morehouse I'm blacker than Power I'm blacker than black people watchin' black-ish while they [?] on Power I'm back in Atlanta, I'm back at the house I'm back at the crib, I'm back in the South This all makin' sense like the back of the couch You start actin' up, you get smacked in your mouth [Lil Yachty:] Smacked in your mouth by a n***a rockin' six rings 24 karat, all gold, like a young king These n***as playin' both parts like Regina King Dick in the spleen, turn the b**h 'to a young fiend No limit, AmEx, I don't carry no cash I don't f** raw 'cause these hoes make me nut fast Top of the year, tax came, I was too sad Coulda built a whole middle school out in Trinidad Funny guy probably goin' to hell 'cause he sin bad Think like a billionaire, two-seater, tryna fit the whole VIP in there Shouldn't even be in here, why it had to be in here, f**in' up the seat in here I don't take pills, got bills like a white man Buyin' every whip, I ain't got time to finance Life like a movie, I was born at the Sundance Buddy actin' up, somebody come and get mans I'ma take a b**h for a week to the villa All-black ski mask gripped like a k**a New whip doin' doughnuts, J Dilla Went to Panera, and a Panamera Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (Huh) Black Rolls Royce like John Doe (Yeah) Ayy, got him on the tip toes (Go) Sit a little high like twenty floors [Chance the Rapper (Lil Yachty):] Sit a little high like nosebleed (Sit high) Always ten toes like both feet (Sit high) You come into to the room, make the hoes leave I come into the room, make 'em holy I run through the city like the red line Young n***a 'bout to make headlines Sun-Times facin' that deadline Bout to start makin' up stories like bedtime Old mayor 'bout to face fed time [?] like red wine, me, I'ma age like water When it's all done, I'ma head to the Father (Mm) 'Til that day, take the Benz to the barber Got a chop her off the top, got a date with your daughter (Yeah) Your house not a home like Luther Vandross You always outside like Superman's drawers But get in that car, that little a** car It's a little too far, can't Uber, can't walk Good guy probably get in Heaven through the side door Ridin' through the city on my high horse Big, big TEC on my body like a cyborg Leave you on a low note, leave you on a high court I'm a lil' yachty on a big boat Check the temperature like big tote Got good aim with the sig Got a major laser like Diplo [Chance the Rapper:] Heeeee [Lil Yachty:] Boat, Chance Boat, Chance Boat, Chance