Lil ATL Dawg Fa$e - On Go!

Only smoke
With my bro
At the cookout

Remember
When I was
The lookout

Nobody
Would
Run up
In this
House

On the side
Of that bitch
With the
Blicky out

I wasn't
The type
Just sit
Around

I had to
Break loose
Just to
Break down
These pounds

Ain't no more
Hitting breaks
Cause the gas
What I found

Couldn't
Fuck with
A Jake
Thought
I was a
Class clown

Popped him
In the face
He was
Popping
His mouth

Ain't no
Conversation

On what had
Went down

We upping
The score
If my niggas
Get fouled

Gone wet it
For sure
If it's silent
Or loud

Shoot
That bitch up
Sink...Drowned

Still hearing
The screams
Still hearing
The sounds

I still had
The ball
Before I'm
Out of bounds

Got to make
This shit count
It can be my
Last down

Ain't playing
Around
Ain't easy as it
Sound

In and out
Of town
Trying to
Spread out
These pounds

Staying out
The pound
Harder then
It sound

If that bitch
Want to fuck
Then I'm bringing
Them hounds

If Lil dawg
Showing up
Then this shit
Going down

If I double this cup
Then this shit
Gone get drowned

I can not
End up stuck
I start walking around

Sliding hockey puck
On thin ice
I stayed down

Can't hang around dummies
I am not stupid
Done fattened my money
My pockets respusha
I had to keep running
Couldn't make excuses

Ain't talking no movie
Got the picture moving
Don't fuck with no groupie
Unless she getting groovy

My fingers get sticky
Fucking with the goopy
How you gone be picky
When you is a goofy

Been dropping this music
Feel like lil tunechi
Not tryna influence
What these niggas doing

Been going through it
Had to break out the cubic
In and out the box
Scratch the match
Burn the fluid

If I start to get hot
These niggas is doomed
I been jumped out pot
Cause a nigga had boomed
Ima slam like the rock
When I jump in the room

She calling you daddy
But calling me papí
Hotboxing the lobby
You snitching tekashi
Yo bitch be a thottie
She like when I'm rowdy
Nobody taught me
To go piss in no potty
When I learned how to aim
I start dropping bodies

Ain't keeping no score
But I got a few tally's
Still keeping the tools like
I work for O'Reileys
Predict wat you think
Cause you know
That I'm bout it

Whatever you need
Bitch you know that I got it
If you started searching
Then you know I found it
Won't take but a minute
Then I'll have the answers
Been doing this shit
Since I was in my pampers

Came up out that dirty
Bottom of the hamper
Putting opportunities
All in Atlanta
The same way they dropping
That shit in a Fanta

That's why I got Danny
And hopped in the phantom
They claim they want smoke
But don't know I'm the cancer

Won't take but a stick
For your show to get cancel
Extended the clip and
Put grip on the handle

You broke the last straw
On the back of that camel
The next time we see his face
Is on a pamphlet

Written by:
Darien Wade

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