[Intro]
(KE on the Track)
(Scotty ATL: Bob what up man?)
(B.o.B: What's up fool?)
(Scotty ATL: thse n***as out here hustlin' for a [?])
(Scotty ATL: You know I don't really fuck with these n***as right?
(B.o.B: Fuck 'em)
(B.o.B: Talk' to em) (x3)
(Scotty ATL: Real n***a ain't never for the hustle for the [?])
(Scotty ATL: Real n***a ATL)

[Verse 1: Scotty ATL]
Two three times had to fall on my face
And you supposed to be a n***a I can trust
You ain't never pulled at a real n***a fall I recall
You just schemin' on the n***as in your own in the circle you were
Lying on the internet, putting n***a lame
Talking real shit n***as ain't real
You just trying to [?] n***a I can feel
Told 'em I ain't fucking with these n***as 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 n***as on my last nerve
Who you trying to impress, you be trickin' [?]
Yeah n***as 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 n***a OJ, they ain't know
[Hook]
Man I don't really fuck with these n***as
Man I don't really fuck with these n***as
I don't really fuck with these n***as I don't
Fuck with these n***as, man I don't really
Fuck with these n***as
Man I don't really fuck with these n***as
I don't really fuck with these n***as i don't
Fuck with these nigass, man I don't really
Fuck with these n***as

[Verse 2: Scotty ATL]
Show a n***a 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, n***as 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 n***a kill it
[Hook]

[Verse 3: B.o.B]
Man I feel like fuck these n***as
I ain't really feeling near one of these n***as
I'm worldwide boy you just a one street n***a
MLB ballin' Barry Bond league hitters
I ain't got I ain't got no handout for these n***as
But lyrically I'mma make examples out of n***as
They gon' fuck around and put Atlanta out a n***a
You ain't got to tell I whip the lambo out on n***as
Yeah catch heat make a camel out of n***as
They gon' swear they got the Rambo out the ghetto
What the fuck you fantasize a n***a
It ain't real beef unless they pullin' ammo out of n***as
How can n***as even think they on my level (On my level)
When they're too many n***as thinking on my level (All over)
Take a minute n***a 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 n***as out there geting the motherfuckin' money man you know? Y'all n***as 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 n***a not No Jan-re. Get that shit right, fool. Scotty ATL Cool Club, what's happening? Turn up in this bitch man, leggo