Back In Atlanta

[Intro]
That's a Krishtall

[Chorus]
On the jet, now I'm back in Atlanta
Wock' pipe, pour four in my Fanta
Jump on the jet, now I'm grippin' my hammer
Get out that work, you can't touch it, no MC Hammer
I get out the pipe, see the residue
Mad black Trackhawk, bulletproof
Don't even know how the fuck they did bulletproof
You know that Big Draco went skrrt on you

[Verse 1]
I got no pounds in the Porsche
My young nigga trap out them horses
We spin your block like wheel of fortune
I fuck a bad bitch, she Scorpion
Called out the plug, where the fuck that brickhead?
I'm sellin' good dope, they give you heart attack
You lookin' for me, nigga, I'm in the trap
Cartier lenses, not brick, it's a [?]
[?] chicken lemon pepper
Young Draco nigga a real deal stepper
Come in my trap, nigga, we got whatever
Wake up, I grab and then strap out the [?]
My young niggas, they 'bout that pressure
I'm in the trap, on the regular
Toss out the plug like a [?]
I'm havin' racks and there's several
Walk out my trap and I'm sellin' whatever
Duffle bag, it full of fittin' out
I'm in the trench tryna get that pack on
My young nigga, he playin' with keys, it a selfie
Jump on a jet out in Cali
Then I go land in the South
Walk in this bih with that shit on
I gotta get that pack on
Diamond, two hundreds, young nigga stand in the trap
I had to go get me some money

[Chorus]
On the jet, now I'm back in Atlanta
Wock' pipe, pour four in my Fanta
Jump on the jet, now I'm grippin' my hammer
Get out that work, you can't touch it, no MC Hammer
I get out the pipe, see the residue
Mad black Trackhawk, bulletproof
Don't even know how the fuck they did bulletproof
You know that Big Draco went skrrt on you

[Verse 2]
Meet with the plug, I done been the homie
Drop the top on a 'Rari and I let the engine runnin'
I'm smokin' the pound, this shit ain't nothin'
My young nigga trap out the country
Council the trap, I'll sell you a onion
I'm in the trap, that's right now
Countin' the money, I get that [?] right now
My young niggas, they get to bussin'
Back to Miami, load out the choppas
Niggas be cappin', boy
You know you ain't trappin'
I'm in the trap right now
I got them bands ([?])
Call up my jeweler, tell him go flood me some stones
I got the plug and he keep callin' my phone
I got a badass bitch, I'ma make sex and I'm pullin' right over

[Chorus]
On the jet, now I'm back in Atlanta
Wock' pipe, pour four in my Fanta
Jump on the jet, now I'm grippin' my hammer
Get out that work, you can't touch it, no MC Hammer
I get out the pipe, see the residue
Mad black Trackhawk, bulletproof
Don't even know how the fuck they did bulletproof
You know that Big Draco went skrrt on you