Issue No 105 Atta Boy Lyrics


Atta Boy by Issue No. 105

Pockets getting fatter, boy
Now go remote, everybody scatter, boy
Back to the kitchen, whipping cake, batter boy
Come get a platter, boy, atta boy
Pockets getting fatter, boy
Now go remote, everybody scatter, boy
Back to the kitchen, whipping cake, batter boy
Come get a platter, boy, atta boy

On the six with some killers smoking killa
Eyes lower than the bottom of a letter
I'm throwing it in a blotter, atta boy
I'm from'
I eat there when I wanna, we smoking marijuana
50s on the corner and we still copping on it
I'm thankful for the deal, Lord forgive me for my sins
But I gotta eat, some money coming in
So I'mma keep my head up and my eyes wide
As she gonna keep her bread up and slide up on your thigh
This ain't no play play, this here my way of life
I'm outside, inside, catching plays, getting fly
Let her die, working five, these niggas I was last night
Model in, who act like they don't know the guy
When you got something it's a new story
So I'mma stay brand new, you buck niggas boring

Mashing my nuts, signals now work the far religion every Thursday
'niggas in the building, youngin' spitting before I could take a picture for the lights in
Had to move 'em with no wheels but we got a ride
Jerseys and tapers, stay down with a 50 fold of paper
Now we pour up and toss the ' with the TAX
Smoke keef, won't sweat, catch a flight with check
Just do it like check, can't be slipping this check, make damage too late
Gotta get more checks '
Like it gotta happen this way, time being late could be next who I pray
Missing days, forgetting 'cause this play got me up here, your face when I see her
Call that makeup right there

Roll that green up, roll that sticky'I ain't dippy
These type of trees get you whacked up in my city
Day was looking dumb ass ugly but now my feeling pretty
'got me ready for fight, you never done it but around us you'll be destined to try
A bunch of winners fucking money, broad never did live
My girls winner, says she loving the competitor type
The nastier and the shadiest, I skeet so with the craziest
They got it out for everyone, keep 'em out of my radius
I go hard with my brains, boy ' like writing all my pages with a tip until my pages split
Keep working, every day I be recording, dream over for live, fuck everything that's not important
Pinch by what you live or your life could end up shortened
Money is the mission, I don't think I be important
To the top of the stairs, got the cops everywhere for all them niggas getting shots in the air
They dropping ' stopping and stare
If it's not involving my family, then I'm not gonna care
Atta boy, from the city to the town, down to stay low
I know a lot of niggas that's strapped up like sandals
More head than Rambo, lighting them up like candles
None of you understand, no, bodies can get dismantled
Right where the sewer at, fuck around, blew a pad
Hustle for that grand, man, none of my niggas new to that
Right where the sewer at, fuck around, blew a pad
Hustle for that grand, man, none of my niggas new to that
My advice, stay high, shady rays on top
My nigga squad is a god to the nots, Jay DaVinci in the building
Throw a prayer, we gonna rock
Al Jieh got the heaters, I don't think he gonna stop

Pockets getting fatter, boy
Now go remote, everybody scatter, boy
Back to the kitchen, whipping cake, batter boy
Come get a platter, boy, atta boy
Pockets getting fatter, boy
Now go remote, everybody scatter, boy
Back to the kitchen, whipping cake, batter boy
Come get a platter, boy, atta boy

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