Mitch Moses - 285-20-7585 (Greater Atlanta) (feat. DONFATHER & Breezy Castilleo)

I pledge allegiance to DeKalb
And the United Zones of Atlanta
We hot boy, no Savannah
Top spot so watch ya manners
Fuck thots, might fuck ya ma'am ma
Chop blocks, no Country Grammar
Hit i-20, no brakes, just Digital Dash
We out, so drop da banner
Thats peace out my nigga
Yeah i said da peace out my nigga
It jigsaw figures
Hit backflips, clips seize all niggas
Cease all whispers
Some Menage a Trois
Some seesaw strippers
Ykk Zippers, Lick you like Lizard
You so damn triggered
Nostalgia man, im so damn slizzard
Im so damn slizzard
Fox 5 reporting live
These niggas wreck less
These ops is jealous
Dont want a nigga to thrive
Well bitch, we'll be Outside
No make believe, they wannabes
Im Hercules, disguised
Jeep Cherokees, we slide
Engine Hemi's we drive
Man R.I.P. to hammering Hank
I think we all do strive
To be da best alive
Yea life's a test, protect ya chest
And use da head up high
Just rep ya set, why lie
If 12 detect, like Huncho said
Its pink slips, bye bye nigga
We just went instant
Pour it in a Fanta
Hundreds on the banner
Strippers wit the hammers
Hanging wit the scammers
Straight out Atlanta
Cops creeping with the scanner
Fuck it ima jammer
Fuck it, we just went instant
Pour it in a Fanta
Hundreds on the banner
Strippers wit the hammers
Hanging wit the scammers
Straight out Atlanta
Cops creeping with the scanner
Fuck it ima jammer
This the Belly of the Beast
You gone feast or not
Call me greedy young G
Cause i eats a lot
I can tell a nigga strange
I can peep em out
Yea I know you tryna hide
But they'll seek ya out
I got a tip for you
Dont play with them boys
They'll bring em out
Hunnid bands on anutha band
Have ya jogging like the running man
Five star like Stunna man
Where i spend my nights recovering
Mama yams from the motherland
Need that with the smothering
I was all in her mouth
Got damn she was loving it
Outside it was pretty huh
Didnt know how Insidous
We about to fuck the city up
Face down baby give it up
They like is it really us
Yea hoe and its really up
Diddy bop then i Griddy up
Im just tryna get my millies up
Rocking with me la Familia
She showing out, Put ya titties up
Cant decide, like the jury stuck
Shawty down, she gone give it up
Whole pound, and i lit it up
Profound with the literature
We just went instant
Pour it in a Fanta
Hundreds on the banner
Strippers wit the hammers
Hanging wit the scammers
Straight out Atlanta
Cops creeping with the scanner
Fuck it ima jammer
Fuck it, we just went instant
Pour it in a Fanta
Hundreds on the banner
Strippers wit the hammers
Hanging wit the scammers
Straight out Atlanta
Cops creeping with the scanner
Fuck it ima jammer
I pledge allegiance to DeKalb
And the United Zones of Atlanta
We hot boy, no Savannah
Top spot so watch ya manners
Fuck thots, might fuck ya ma'am ma
Chop blocks, no Country Grammar
Hit i-20, no brakes, just Digital Dash
We out, so drop da banner
Thats peace out my nigga
Yeah i said da peace out my nigga
It jigsaw figures
Hit backflips, clips seize all niggas
Cease all whispers
Some Ménage a Trois
Some seesaw strippers
Ykk Zippers, Lick you like Lizard
You so damn triggered
Nostalgia man, im so damn slizzard
Im so damn slizzard

Written by:
Asa Spurlock, Taurean Stevenson, Terrell Wicker II

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