Atlanta ft. Big Jugg Lyrics

It's Treh LaMonte

I got a plan

Fly out to Atlanta

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Listen closely

I got a plan

A hundred bands and I fly out to Atlanta

Country side I'm still working on my grammar

Then post up where they throw them tridents up

No mix up

I got a plan

A hundred bands and I fly out to Atlanta

Country side I'm still working on my grammar

Then post up where they throw them tridents up

No mix up

I said, know I got some plans

For some bands

Toes in the sand (Uh, huh)

Picture this, Rolls Royce wit some conscious ken (ken)

Still keep a spliff rolled wit some knowledge in it (in)

My niggas going up a mountain ain't no problem wit it

She be on that CBD

I be on that THC

We get high no seeing we

Parallel frequency

They want smoke, chief for chief

They want death, we got grieve

For my Queens, anything

For my Queens, anything

I got a plan

A hundred bands and I fly out to Atlanta (Ohhh)

Country side I'm still working on my grammar

Then post up where they throw them tridents up

No mix up

I got a plan

A hundred bands and I fly out to Atlanta (Ohhh)

Country side I'm still working on my grammar

Then post up where they throw them tridents up

No mix up

Big Jugg

(Hold up, hold up)

Just put on my A hat fitted (My fitted)

B.B. Simon just to hold up my britches (My britches)

Credit card finna slide to the city (Skrrt)

I got a bad bitch in Atlanta (A.T.L.)

I done ran my bands up (Bands up)

Country nigga she say that she fuckin' wit my grammar (She fuck wit the lingo)

Take her back cross the country line

Exotic stands and moon shine

Scat pack five.0 dually

Shit get fast and furious just like the movie

We speedin' down I-20 she sing A.T.L.A.N.T.A (A.T.L)

I say T.H.O.M.S.O.N

We don't stay to far away (Yeah)

I got a plan

A hundred bands and I fly out to Atlanta (Uh, Huh...)

Country side I'm still working on my grammar

Then post up where they throw them tridents up

No mix up

I got a plan

A hundred bands and I fly out to Atlanta

Country side I'm still working on my grammar

Then post up where they throw them tridents up (Ohhh)

No mix up

Just put on my A hat fitted

I done ran my bands up, country nigga

She fucking wit my grammar

Exotic strands and moon shine

A.T.L.A.N.T.A

T.H.O.M.S.O.N

We don't stay to far away