Atti - Atti Season Lyrics

We gon' get it like LeBron, yeah Got a rollie on my arm, yeah
We don't gotta get along Just don't put my name in a song, yeah
I was raised by the real OGs I might hit you with a bomb, yeah
Nigga that's word to my moms, yeah Y'all niggas better keep calm, yeah

Strapped up but I'm tryna get to the wealth I don't wanna war
Street shit for the lil' niggas I'm grown, now I wanna ball
Got no respect for the law And that's why I stay with a 4
I'm bout to pour up a 4 And then I'm comin' for it all

Tell these Bitch niggas pack it up, we here now Gang shit, gotta make a whole new arrangement
Time to pile bodies in basements These niggas think cuz I'm low-key
I won't back out, and just flame shit I was schooled by the old niggas
Yet I'm still here in this bitch Y'all gettin' money with niggas that snitch

Put them as part of your set That shit don't get no respect
Misrepresent everything that we invent That's why I'm here on they neck
I do this shit to the death Nigga go check my credents
It's real in the flesh It could get real and you could get stretched

Original G, the streets is invested in me I used to stamp the dope baggies at 10
My pops was really in these streets 14, I was on the block with the work
Cuz homie never been a leech Never was spoiled
I made my worth in these streets They gave me everything I need

Nigga I'm back and I'm feelin' like Meech It hit the pot and I whip it with speed
Swagged out Atti baby got the bag out
I used to live in the trap house So I never slept, got them packs out
These niggas ain't f*ckin' with me I do everything elite

Y'all niggas better retreat All you could eat
Buffet, on this beat I bet you thought it was sweet
Really a G, never playin' in between I do my thing for the team
Don't intervene Cuz if you f*ckin' with the cream

We gon' pull up, make a scene I'm done off this lean
Shit got me goin' in circles keep playin' round, they gon' hurt you
New voice of the street, no commercial I'ma show em what the work do
We gon' get it like LeBron, yeah Got a Rollie on my arm, yeah

We don't gotta get along Just don't put my name in a song, yeah
I was raised by the real OGs I might hit you with a bomb, yeah
Nigga, that's word to my moms, yeah Y'all niggas better keep calm, yeah
Strapped up, but I'm tryna get to the wealth I don't wanna war

Street shit for the lil' niggas, I'm grown Now I wanna ball
Got no respect for the law And that's why I stay with a 4
I'm bout to pour up a 4 And then I'm comin' for it all