Capt - Dancing In Atlanta Lyrics

Ayy, they gon' f*ck with this one for real
I'm talkin' bout, Zone 1 to Zone 6
Got damn, all the way to the souf side
Lean with it, rock with it
Man, that's how his body look
Hit him with that FN-57, spray the whole clip
You wanna be on TikTok, these bullets make em dance
Up the blicky on the opps, make em do the running man
We got them guns dancin' in Atlanta
Dancin' in Atlanta
Guns dancin' in Atlanta
Dancin
We got them guns dancin' in Atlanta
Dancin' in Atlanta
Guns dancin' in Atlanta
Dancin
Yeah, I'm ridin' with my nina
I can't leave the crib without this bitch
You know a nigga need her
She thick like a desert eagle
I can make her bust quick
Like she got a hair trigger
She's an exhibitionist
Flashin' when we out in public
And she only f*ck with slimes
Man, free that nigga, thugga
I ain't stingy with her though
You know I pass her to my brothers
Take her out to all the parties
To keep niggas in they places
And she be checkin' bitches too
I know when I'm with her, I'm straight
This shit get real, it ain't no acting, nigga
This ain't Broadway
It ain't smart to make no scenes with me
Nina ain't one to play
With them titties on her chest
If she had milk, she'd spray all day
Bustin' back to back
I swear that she can go for 60 rounds
And I be f*ckin' with her friend
Whenever she go out of town
Her name is Klash
Go by AK, tall, petite, lil' bitch
Might let you have some fun with her
If you on that street shit
Hangin' out of windows
Who gettin' hit
Lean with it, rock with it
Man, that's how his body look
Hit him with that FN-57, spray the whole clip
You wanna be on TikTok, these bullets make em dance
Up the blicky on the opps, make em do the running man
We got them guns dancin' in Atlanta
Dancin' in Atlanta
Guns dancin' in Atlanta
Dancin
We got them guns dancin' in Atlanta
Dancin' in Atlanta
Guns dancin' in Atlanta
Dancin
Shoot that nigga in the back
And make him do the pool palace
Will he keep his balance
Shit, I doubt it
When he fall pick up that wallet
Goin' straight to Onxy with it
I'm just bein' honest with you
Don't know where it came from
So throw it on a stripper
I was in the back room
Gettin a dance
Now I'm in the bathroom
And she pullin' down my pants
Suckin' on my dick
I got this blicky in my hand
I'ma hold it in the air
And do my motherf*ckin' dance
We got them guns dancin' in Atlanta
Dancin' in Atlanta
Guns dancin' in Atlanta
Dancin
We got them guns dancin' in Atlanta
Dancin' in Atlanta
Guns dancin' in Atlanta
Dancin
I'ma hold it in the air
And do my motherf*ckin' dance