oliversdior - East of Atlanta Lyrics

Told that bitch ima slide when i'm ready
F*cked this hoe cause our vibe really steady
I'm outside on the East of Atlanta
Hit the spot then we go hit up Benni's
If I f*ck swear to God you ain't telling
Smoke my weed now she think that she special
Anything that I wanted i'm getting
Fold this model hoe up like a pretzel
I put glasses on she say "you Tecca"
Me and gang ball like the trifecta
She said "Oli, shit you gotta let up!"
My hoe scamming niggas if I let her
Dior world he in the f*cking center
She said "Oli, boy you some special"
Look at all this money ima send her
That's my bitch, I really treat her special
Huh
I'd never switch bout a bitch and that's on God
Patna say "don't hit my phone, think my shit tapped" young nigga do fraud
And if I see twelve i'm moving, I ain't got time for the goddamn laws
I ain't never pressed no bitch, if the hoe wanna leave then that's her loss
Racks-coming you hearing it though
Cash-talkin' you hearin it folks
Bags, bags know i'm getting that dough
Tags, tags we be popping them hoes
Jet lag but what timing i'm on
F*ck with her but ain't cuffing that hoe
F*ck for some then i'm ducking that hoe
F*ck these bitches ain't loving these hoes
F*ck these bitches i'm worried bout dough
In the stu with D-R-A-C-O's
Now-a-days I see a lot of O's
Now-a-days I see a lot hoes
F*ck that nigga heard that nigga told
I ain't never switching on the code
Been getting high since f*cking I don't know
Been getting fly since I could buy clothes
I can't be tripping that ain't even my hoe
Don't get too stuck cause bitches come and go
Shawty she shake it drop it on the flo
It's a whole lot of niggas stealing flows
Prods send the pack through, smoke and then I float
All my hoes nasty, like my bitches bold
This lil hoe miss me sending X and O's
Stop all that hating, shit is getting old