Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 7am in ATL , by - Peezy. Release date: 14.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
7am in ATL |
| Young rich nigga, in the club throwing up the set |
| Lost family and friends on the road to success |
| Need a rich bitch, where some hoes with a check |
| Looking like a leprechaun all this gold on my neck |
| I’m a dog, you a snake, I’m a boss, you a disgrace |
| Stay the fuck up out my way cause we ain’t in the same race |
| Bad bitch with some taste, can’t get her out my face |
| She wanna fuck me everyday, she know I’m dealing with some cake |
| Ten on me now while I’m working on this case |
| I’m working with some dealers, you be working with the state |
| See you mad at the world, all the fuck you do is hate |
| Broke niggas telling jokes, all the fuck you do is play |
| Fall off in the club with some lions and some apes |
| Pockets filled up with dubs, all day been making plays |
| They say all a nigga rap about is money and drugs |
| Fucking hoes, buying cars, throwing money in clubs |
| Niggas scared to get a bag, you’ll run from the plug |
| Sipping out a double cup, bitch I came out the mud |
| Clothes smell like crack, hoes say I’m a thug |
| Real gutter shit for real, wouldn’t change if I could |
| When it comes to that bag I do back flips |
| You ain’t really who you say you is, you a catfish |
| I could make a bird disappear, that’s a hat trick |
| I done fell off a hundred times and got back rich, I stack chips |
| I could point you in the right direction for some work |
| Get some money, cause these hoes don’t respect you if you broke |
| Quarter brick of soft, had to stretch it on the stove |
| Louis jacket looking like I’m playing checkers on my coat |
| I’m a young fly nigga, I talk big shit |
| You ain’t on what I’m on, keep your distance |
| Hating on me to the hoes, get your bitch hit |
| Used to give me hard times, now she got me on her wish list |
| Boss in the, you just talking to death |
| All I do is get it here and let my dog do the rest |
| Nigga say he wanna rob me, all this frost on my neck |
| Where was y’all when I was riding in the Audi with Nef |
| Where was y’all when me and Ray was on Tacoma with Reek |
| I ain’t see you on the road when I was down in the V |
| I was down on my knuckles, bitch I’m back on my feet |
| You ain’t been where I been, you just rap like you me |
| Ain’t no love, heart cold as December |
| Ain’t gotta leave the city, I get mines out the blender |
| Bunch of dirty ass small fries, y’all pretenders |
| Get a steak dinner, leave alone them chicken tenders |
| Been knew I was destined to be great from the beginning |
| Got away with murder on the stove in them trenches |
| Grew up seeing fiends shooting dog out syringes |
| Made it out the hood, now all the niggas see is 'Raris and Bentleys |
| Had to be a dog, you wouldn’t make it where I’m from |
| You can’t even have shit, they goin' take it if you soft |
| Looking for some money, I’ll take you if you lost |
| Take some food off our plate, we goin' take you niggas off |
| I ain’t gotta sign, I’m a legend in the streets |
| You be paying hoes to stay, I’ll pay a bitch to leave |
| Fuck the rap game, bitch I made it in the streets |
| Still good in every hood, can’t no young niggas compete, bitch |