Migos - New Atlanta lyrics

[Intro: Jermaine Dupri] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I told ya'll n***as a long time ago Come f** with my city, nah mean Rich Homies, Migos, Young Thug, and me motherf**er [Chorus: Quavo] (Rich Homie Quan) & (Young Thug) (Welcome to Atlanta baby) You never been to Atlanta? Welcome to new Atlanta, phantoms on-top of Phantoms (Get at new Atlanta baby) Hannah Montana boot up in Atlanta New Atlanta, we don't need security, walking around with that hammer Bring out the cameras (Camera baby) (p**no movie, f** your camera baby) (Don't get your b**h a** k**ed in New Atlanta baby) (We don't f** with cameras out here, I'm for real) (f** the police, we won't tell, we keepin' it trill) (In new Atlanta baby) [Verse 1: Quavo] Crossover spaghetti junction Northside Migo bando bunkin' Lil' momma she foreign, she not from this country Fly to Atlanta, we land in the morning Droppin' my top on the avenue! Young n***a, you stay with your mama, call you Bartholomew Come to Atlanta, we breakin' the rules Do you remember my teachers said we wouldn't make it I gotta thank y'all, Atlanta made us famous Cross the world, we in Venezuela We live in Atlanta, might have some haters The new Atlanta like the old Lakers [Verse 2: Takeoff] I'm a young rich n***a, whippin' up chemicals Middle of the summer wearin' chinchillas Up in the city Atlanta with your b**h She poppin' the p**y, no pimple It's been a long time coming, Migos, Thug, Rich Homie No we don't f** with no phonies You n***as be cloning, they watching like Sony (You copy me) Momma said I was a born star, came out the p**y with a spatula Selling dope like Pablo Escobar I'm hot, they lookin' for me switchin' cars Bentley Mulsanne I just blew out the brain of the Audi R8 with the paper temp plate Takeoff and Thug, Offset, Quavo, Quan, new Atlanta, we the heavyweight [Chorus] [Verse 3: Offset] I had the desire, we startin' empires You n***as retired, Givenchy attire I'm trappin', they think I live in The Wire I had to flood out my new Audemars Drop in the Ghost, scaring n***as like Michael Myers f**in' your b**h pa** her out like a flyer All the little kids lookin' at me, admired I pull up in 'Raris, I Forgi my tires I'm dropping a four in my tropicana This the New Atlanta, pullin' up in Phantoms For you n***as that monkey we got bananas Throw a temper tantrum when I'm on the channel We finessin' that kind up in Atlanta Put a price on your head like a bandana (there go 12!) Dipset, like Juelz Santana I'm dropping the top on my panoramic [Chorus] [Interlude: Jermaine Dupri] Motherf**ers hatin' and sh** Motherf**ers still movin' out here and sh** It's still love in this motherf**er And n***as think this sh** gonna stop It ain't never gonna stop It's just gonna keep going, Rich Homie, tell 'em where you're from [Verse 4: Rich Homie Quan] (Young Thug) A-T-L-A-N-T-A, GA that where I'm from East Atlanta, that's where I stay, aka the slums (I got trained to slime without a gun Migos and Quan roll up another one Doctors don't know what we on) Mansion still poppin' on Mondays, ain't no more 20 grams New Atlanta, we stuntin', I keep me like 20 bands (Shawty Lo lifestyle I'm the man, got your main ho head in my hand I ain't Future but I'm having free bands, I can't help who I am) God, I can't help who I'm is or where I'm from Welcome to Atlanta, where you better watch your tongue (Hey, I did dirt for this water, I feel like a pond I'm from Bleveland, Rich Homie Quan, tell 'em where you're from) [Chorus]