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[Intro] (KE on the Track) (Scotty ATL: Bob what up man?) (B.o.B: What's up fool?) (Scotty ATL: thse niggas out here hustlin' for a [?]) (Scotty ATL: You know I don't really fuck with these niggas right? (B.o.B: Fuck 'em) (B.o.B: Talk' to em) (x3) (Scotty ATL: Real nigga ain't never for the hustle for the [?]) (Scotty ATL: Real nigga ATL) [Verse 1: Scotty ATL] Two three times had to fall on my face And you supposed to be a nigga I can trust You ain't never pulled at a real nigga fall I recall You just schemin' on the niggas in your own in the circle you were Lying on the internet, putting nigga lame Talking real shit niggas ain't real You just trying to [?] nigga I can feel Told 'em I ain't fucking with these niggas I'mma focus on my own shit Cool Club for life, had the [?] on Kanye, getting fucked by all that Finna turn like car keys (turn up), with a Bad bitch, and a cup full of Cognac [?] this a carjack, I be Ridin' like a motherfucking [?] valet With the Swiss full of [?], yeah I Need that, these niggas on my last nerve Who you trying to impress, you be trickin' [?] Yeah niggas ain't ball like We can can see it on your IG, you be Tryin' too hard you don't even live your own life Getting line like a [?], take over time Give me head like MJ Post a clip on OJ R.i.p my nigga OJ, they ain't know [Hook] Man I don't really fuck with these niggas Man I don't really fuck with these niggas I don't really fuck with these niggas I don't Fuck with these niggas, man I don't really Fuck with these niggas Man I don't really fuck with these niggas I don't really fuck with these niggas i don't Fuck with these nigass, man I don't really Fuck with these niggas [Verse 2: Scotty ATL] Show a nigga love he get shitted on (Shitted on) Man Hollywood, now I ball like fuck 'em Me and cut the tees out the top of the colored [?] See me they can see me hold a mothefucking [?] XXL even complex, no radio On tour getting good dough Meeting tightwads, I don't know about the pudding but They don't know about hood though Give a foot long, I'm just tryin' to get the long bread Get some ass out my [?] In the [?], chasing paper like a maniac Man we struggle way too long Want a lambo, just to ride wanna feel like Ace [?] on a good park And the good lord, help me blow up help me getting rich Help me make it real real far Know just one thing, niggas act like they wanna see They just wanna see take outs Never for them, so I grind i ain't letting off I ain't taking no days off We were cool with them, but they were hating I can feel it They were hating I can feel it I'mma make 'em look bad, jealous heart at that boy Watch a real nigga kill it [Hook] [Verse 3: B.o.B] Man I feel like fuck these niggas I ain't really feeling near one of these niggas I'm worldwide boy you just a one street nigga MLB ballin' Barry Bond league hitters I ain't got I ain't got no handout for these niggas But lyrically I'mma make examples out of niggas They gon' fuck around and put Atlanta out a nigga You ain't got to tell I whip the lambo out on niggas Yeah catch heat make a camel out of niggas They gon' swear they got the Rambo out the ghetto What the fuck you fantasize a nigga It ain't real beef unless they pullin' ammo out of niggas How can niggas even think they on my level (On my level) When they're too many niggas thinking on my level (All over) Take a minute nigga think of something clever If it's numbers to this shit I"m going meta I won't say I'm a vet, just somewhere between the best And ahead of the rest, next level finesse Heavy metal possessed Bullshit to my right, pool pit to my left That ain't neither here nor there, nevertheless Just tell your friend bring a lighter and song Both my eyes low like Cheech and Chong Bobby Ray Bands in your camera phone If I ain't on your TV boy you got the channel wrong [Hook] [Outro: Scotty ATL] Yeah what it do man it's your boy Scotty ATL man checkin' in one time, you know what I'm sayin'? Man shout out to niggas out there geting the motherfuckin' money man you know? Y'all niggas say No Jan-re, we say No Genre, you feel me? Where we from that A-Town and you know what I'm talkin' 'bout so we just talk like that. No Genre nigga not No Jan-re. Get that shit right, fool. Scotty ATL Cool Club, what's happening? Turn up in this bitch man, leggo