Woo, Damn Yeah, Randy [Verse 1: Randy] Welcome to Atlanta, need some d** I got the answer (god damn) She call me, I don't answer, she be frontin' I can't stand her Pull up to the function, one in the chamber like I'm Russian I got pocket aces you just bluffin', baddie b**h gave me concussion Shorty say she loves me, I just don't know what to say I can smell that bullsh**, tell her miss me like Ole b**h I be getting these funds I'm getting this bread, you getting these crumbs I see me a fed go bum-bum-bum-bum You smoked in the head, I get smoke in my lungs (yah!) [Verse 2: Larry Loudpack] It's some bands up on my left, and It's some bands up on my right That b**h got too high, she thinking she gon' die tonight (K.O.) Dumb loud sack, and you know that sh** bite (woof) He flexing I'm like "no sir", but you know I ain't polite (no manners) I can't really see y'all boys, it's dark up in the shack Talking smack about the pack, i got thrax in my slacks Cash up in the dark shadows, pills in my anorak I told you the truth, I don't know why you look like that [Verse 3: SenseiATL] Got a stupid thottie, boy she look like Goldilocks (she dumb) If you need that musty pack, I got it in my socks (that stank) Snipe you with the slingshot, you know how I rock Cashing, laughing to the bank, booming with that stock Drop top coupe, flexing like I'm Bruce Wayne Katana in my drawers, I might leave your b**h slain Take off on that s*ut, flying in my jetpack Ludacris with the toolie, you might want to get back [Verse 4: Turls] See me everyday, never say sh** n***a I am not the one to play with Yeah I had to hit 'em with the play switch Hit a lick, yeah I'm eating on the plate switch Hey, I'm the gate keeper Them n***as talking sh** I hit them with the ether If you need me man, hit me on my beeper I at least smoke an eighth, I'm the slim reaper