Travis Porter - A-Town (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: CyHi The Prince] A-Town CyHi, Travis Porter, B.o.B and my partner 2 Chainz [Hook: Cyhi The Prince] Okay, I represent for my city, hold it down for my town I'm riding down I-20, hell yeah, east bound Know real n***as in Bankhead, all the way to Stone Mountain I'm throwing up the A-Town, throwing up the A-Town [Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce] Okay, I'm all about that red clay From Stevenson back to West Lake I got an old school that's red and grey I put candy in it like eskay Yeah, I don't mean sound cliché but I'm so G-A Homie you can ask my DJ Met the plug over there by the cheese cake Don't think its sweet cause we serve it from the peach state Me and Kanye riding down Redan Throwing money out the roof yelling out Free Bandz The motor in this b**h cost three grand APD couldn't catch me with three hands I'm back up on my A sh** That Big Boi Andre sh** That I'm Serious, that Trap or Die Is the only thing on my playlist I smoke swisher sweets when I chief blunts Peters Street is where I eat lunch Took your girl out to Lenox mall She went downtown like Peidmont Cause A-town my playground I hate clowns that face frown Cause it stay down from my waist down Then I bus on em, Greyhound Shawty yeen know your girl was a freak b**h Today she let me hit for a 5 dollar bag of green Now that's why I give her free dick [Hook] [Travis Porter] Ok I'm sliding down on Lenox, keep evicting my crown I hit the mall and I spend it, all this money I count I remember the Poole Palace, I remember the Bounce Throwing up the A-Town, throwing up the A-Town [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] 80's baby, Grady baby, my Auntie was a candy lady And her baby had a baby, the A-town born and raised me Southside, own that, Candler Road if I had to go back Tony Wiggles on my throwback, had your feet on my door mat Dirty South I know you heard about it, got loud I know you heard about it Valley park I used to roll around, 2 Chainz with your girl around me Two down, I'm too down, Kilo and Sammy Sam Raheem and Outkast, Goodie Mob: ATL [Hook] [Verse 3: B.o.B] Riding in the Cutla** smoking on a black Man it don't get more Decatur than that What's better than that Ain't nothing better than that Ain't nothing better than that See through the bullsh** like cellophane wrap All the slick talk we don't entertain that Better take a step back Last n***a came 'round here talking sh**, left and never came back n***a I'm high, high like eagle p**y Rolling up a heavyweight rap My crib lay back, my chick lay back My seat lay back, yeah everything match n***as tryna act brave, man we the home of that You looking for whatever it's a zone for that Getting paper ain't nothing wrong with that Yeah we bout that coin like a laundromat Maybe Candler Road make me feel like this Or maybe Outkast make me feel like this Put your A's up if you feel like this We get the Georgia Dome jumping like we still got Vick It's a dirty game and they scared of that Blame it on the red and black What better than that Ain't nothing better than that Ain't nothing better than that [Hook]