Blatlanta Lyrics - Waka Flocka Flame

I'm from Southside of the black land 

Got shooters in Shirack 

Got shooters and I'll blast ya 

I'm good at places you've neva been 

And I'll give you shots, no medicine 

So test fly, don't try that 

I luv niggas with big guns 

Take limbs off and gets contact 

Ain't scared to catch no murder case 

Every summer it's the murder rate 

I send 'em now, I send 'em later 

When it cool off, I prefer to wait 

Cause a real boss gotta think smart 

Cause a gold lease can clean off (?) 

On winner's beef, we neva seen y'all 

Cause the truth is yo team soft 

You ain't good out in these streets, nigga 

You a foreign, no green card 

I been out in these streets nigga 

Since a yung nigga get green-o 

Jury on out in any hood (?) 

Won't believe what this rain cost 

Never tuck in my chain, nigga 

I'm pullin' up in yo dream car 

You can't talk real and not mention me 

What? You niggas ain't get a check 

I'm the realest in and I built yo innest 

Turn any block to Virginia tech 

You a pussy nigga, neva been a threat 

I'm throwin' bullets, ye layn in it 

Like anytime you can intercept 

Like Brandon Lee, die in the set 

Like bleaw, nigga I ain't playn no games 

I ain't talkin' bout a rubble 

When I say I got raze like 

Like bleaw, frontin' for the fame 

Get yo name on the news cause I really got aim with the 2 

Like bleaw, shootaz got nuttin' can do 2 me 

I'm only 2 or 3, you ain't do 2 to me 

Like to hit jewelry 

Nigga you full of me 

Shootin', that's not what you said you gon' do to me 

These rappers as fake as a three dollar bill 

And I really don't care how they feel 

Don't make you a gangster cause you touched a mil 

Put you on the plate, I'll make you a meal 

Don't make me reveal the truth out you niggas 

You know that I will 

Green light ya for real 

It's nuttin', my nigga 

I put out yo head on a brick and just offer a deal 

Tho' he know you a Poseidon 

Know you a lie, everything you say a lie 

Ain't no surprise, Foolin' with me no surprise 

All of these crooks? 

Tell you apart, all you can swallow this knife 

Really don't matter to me 

I let ya decide 

Maybe I'll let you slide (weapon loading) Sike! 

Homicide! 

Before this rap I was yo favorite rapper's favorite shooter 

That ain't a question, I'm a ridah like I drive a hoova 

I'm too G so without me there wouldn't be no Google 

The street credit 3.50 without my approval (?) 

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Fuck, fuck 'em man! 

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