Landed in Atlanta

I just landed in Atlanta and I swear to god I love it
Pretty little thing I keep on my side got me lovesick
Told them I ain’t coming home I barely brought a luggage
The Money come abundant
The Hunnids keep on jumpin
Got me love sick
Party and finesse
Love sick
Get inside my head
Baby yeah she bad
Cop trees
Persy in the stash
Opp ting, parties with a mask
Pray that you don’t see her
Got the bible on the dash
Only love me on one condition
Chef it like Gordon Ramsey
Whip it up in that hellish kitchen
Cause times get hard people I did it for
Switching and acting different and tryna get involved
I just landed in Atlanta yeah
Pour a 4 in my Fanta
I’m in Magic fell in love with a dancer
Made her my queen no Alexander yeah
We pull up to Lennox yeah
Bankroll we gon spend it yeah
Trappin out Dior
Having them racks on us like Tennis yeah
I’m in the 9 with the mob
They gon pull up with the sticks yessir
Can’t just pull up to the spot
She know it’s hot she gotta text first
I’m in Ice Box with a thot
She want them diamonds
But I want the neck first
Good gas when her head hurt
Touch down like yessir
Let it all fall down running with my back against the wall
Ye
Trying to chase off these demons like yo please don’t come around
Ye
They love to see me fall out, fall down but I stay way too involved
Ye
Smoking on some loud got me high I’m feeling
Love sick, running through my mind
If I pressed rewind, I would take my time
Love sick, sweeter than some pastries
Like you live on Peach Tree, look at what you made me