Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Atlanta Zoo, artist - Gucci Mane. Date of issue: 27.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Atlanta Zoo |
| I’m obnoxious, I’m flowing crazy, I need to stop this |
| Don’t knock this, you niggas lazy ya’ll need to watch this |
| Preposterous if you can fathom how you can block this |
| My phantom was seen on Candler, you ride the transit |
| No options you niggas can’t act like ya’ll forgot this |
| I’m tired but switch ya flow up, it’s so monotonous |
| It’s my metropolis, I’ll drop a 12 on ya so colossus |
| My swag plus my drop top yellow jag why they gossip |
| I’m the nigga upload your twitter, bitch I’m the topic |
| Profess it but Gucci didn’t graduate from college |
| Your girlfriend says my ear rings are erotic |
| My lambo doors open upward they’re robotic |
| It’s Gucci |
| Gorilla goons with the tool down to act a fool |
| Birds in the living room, it’s like Atlanta zoo |
| Lions, tigers, minks, crocs, and gators for my shoes |
| Monkey niggas in my hood, I’m living in the zoo |
| Birds in the living room and the kitchen too |
| I’m a tiger in the bedroom, ask your baby boo |
| I got lions, tigers, bears in my hood and closet too |
| But my gun can stop an elephant just like Atlanta zoo (gucci) |
| Drop beam, off set things, color ice cream |
| White dreams, she can fuck me, that’s a pipe dream |
| X-O, poppin' x-pills so exciting |
| My ex chick and ex homeboy uninvited |
| Cases of Ace of Spade, bitch getcha wasted |
| The waitress, I made her reload it like the Matrix |
| I lean laid with a bad bitch Black and Asian |
| On 20, headed to Buckhead, I’m racing baby |
| But take that fake jewelry off, that shit is fugazi |
| You think that you’re hotter than the kid you’re mistaken |
| Real and you niggas really really good at fakin' |
| So trill, I’mma keep it real, I’m back to the basics |
| Gorilla goons with the tool down to act a fool |
| Birds in the living room, it’s like Atlanta zoo |
| Lions, tigers, minks, crocs, and gators for my shoes |
| Monkey niggas in my hood, I’m living in the zoo |
| Birds in the living room and the kitchen too |
| I’m a tiger in the bedroom, ask your baby boo |
| I got lions, tigers, bears in my hood and closet too |
| But my gun can stop an elephant just like Atlanta zoo (gucci) |
| Heads up, my partner stashin' bricks up on his roof top |
| Whole key, half a key, quarter key |
| Gucci got more quarters than a motherfuckin' juke box |
| Pop-pop hear the Glock cock, and I gotta Colt 45 like Billy D |
| Semi automatic that I keep up in the attic and a shank that shape like |
| Tennessee (ugh!) |
| I cut ya, I cut ya to the white meat |
| And my partner pushin' more crack than a bike seat |
| I smoke the best, I get my dro from California |
| Get high and go to sleep you couldn’t wake me from a coma |
| I might wake up if these rappers got beef I smell the aroma |
| But these niggas ain’t got no heart not even if they had a donor |
| I roam the streets, so who the fuck is you? |
| Southside, Collipark, king of the jungle |
| My name is Ludacris, living in Atlanta zoo |
| Gorilla goons with the tool down to act a fool |
| Birds in the living room, it’s like Atlanta zoo |
| Lions, tigers, minks, crocs, and gators for my shoes |
| Monkey niggas in my hood, I’m living in the zoo |
| Birds in the living room and the kitchen too |
| I’m a tiger in the bedroom, ask your baby boo |
| I got lions, tigers, bears in my hood and closet too |
| But my gun can stop an elephant just like Atlanta zoo (gucci) |