歌词
Ditch the screen, let's hit the scene
Drop to the pad, flick on the beam, let it stream, you know what I mean
[Hook]
[Verse Hard]
(Livin' it up, how's it seen?)
Drippin' in gold, my threads pristine
Gucci and Fendi, bling never ending, Heads they be turning
Roll out in a Rover, seats back, hangin' over
Champagne toasting, coasting
En route to Atlanta, city of players, cigar in hand, we major
Valet pull up, we step out clean
Poppin’ collars, living out scenes
Straight from a movie, life's a high beam
Flashing lights, we living that dream
[Hook]
In the land of the Braves, we conquer the night
With a bass that thumps, and the beats just right
City buzzing like a hive, we the kings, no jive
In ATL, we thrive, with the spirit so alive
Neon kings, with our southern swing
Ice on our wrists, an' the blingiest bling
Rolling VIP, no line, no wait
In that ATL, where we dance with fate
[Verse Harder]
Gold grills flashing, our styles smashing
Money talks, wallets full, never rationing
Cadillacs cruising, booming bass, we're bruising
Dirty South vibes, it's the life we're choosing
Hitting Magic City, where the nights get gritty
Making it rain, in the capital of pretty
Big stacks, counting up on this throne we sit
Hustle by day, by night we legit
Memphis roots, where the players ball
Grinding hard, gotta rise, can't fall
Rolling through the South, where the barbecue smoke
Mix with the beats and the rhymes we wrote
Every corner, every block, they feel our heat
From Beale Street to the elite, we bring that concrete
[Hook]
From the heart of the South, the origin of rap
Where the snares hit hard and the bass slap
