Zaytoven – East Atlanta Day lyrics

(feat. Gucci Mane & 21 Savage)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
East Atlanta Day
We don’t fuck with 12, nigga
East Atlanta Day
Nigga, East Atlanta Day

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I just pulled up in a Lambo on East Atlanta Day
Drop top don, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I got all my jewelry on, nigga, East Atlanta Day
It’s a trap holiday, nigga, East Atlanta Day
30’s on the truck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I’ma make them put it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Nigga, we don’t give a fuck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Where ya from? Throw it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Walking through my hood, looking like a hundred bricks
I got all this ice on me, shouldn’t even brought out all this shit
It’s Zaytoven and C-Note and Big Gucci in this bitch
Nigga put his hands on me I’m goin’ stupid in this bitch
Eight-figure Gucci and I’m lookin’ like the shit
I got so much cash right now, don’t know what to with all this shit
Yo girlfriend lookin’ at me like a groupie in this bitch
So I’m boutta shoot my shot, I feel like Cupid in this bitch
This for Edgewood, this for Kirkwood, I brought Glenwood in this bitch
Got me feeling like a young nigga, might pull up with the stick
Two hundred thousand dollar watch, I look just like a lick
And the way lil’ mama switchin’ you can tell she from the 6

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I just pulled up in a Lambo on East Atlanta Day
Drop top don, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I got all my jewelry on, nigga, East Atlanta Day (Brr!)
It’s a trap holiday, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Drop top Chevelle, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I’ma give them hell, nigga, East Atlanta Day
We don’t fuck with 12, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Nigga, East Atlanta Day, nigga, East Atlanta Day

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
21 and PDE, that’s the East Atlanta gang, (Gang)
I shot a lot of niggas with this East Atlanta ‘K (21)
I robbed a lot of niggas in North Atlanta for their yay, (Facts)
They didn’t get no skraightening, but they feel some type of way
Drop down, broad day, niggas that Zone 6 shit, (Yeah)
We ain’t shoot nothin’ but them sticks, (Yeah)
Hit his car so many times, it did a backflip (Yeah)
I ain’t got nun for a bitch, but a fat dick (21)
Leave a nigga with a fat lip, yeah
Chains on me blingin’ ho
Fucked yo baby momma, yo kid’s Pampers need some changing ho (21)
All I hang around is drug dealers, killas, bangin’ ho (21)
We run East Atlanta, dare you think we don’t come skraightenin’ ho

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I just pulled up in a Lambo on East Atlanta Day
Drop top don, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I got all my jewelry on, nigga, East Atlanta Day (Brr!)
It’s a trap holiday, nigga, East Atlanta Day
30’s on the truck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I’ma make them put it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Nigga, we don’t give a fuck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Where ya from? Throw it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Drop top Chevelle, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I’ma give them hell, nigga, East Atlanta Day
We don’t fuck with 12, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Nigga, East Atlanta Day, nigga, East Atlanta Day

Lil Yachty – POP OUT lyrics

(feat. JBan$)

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Uh, yeah bitch
DigitalNas
Yeah bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
I’m in the hood like Mrs. Winner’s, uh
Basketball seats in a Beamer, uh
Pull up with sticks, pull up with clips, all on the hip, yeah, yeah
I turn a two to a six, yeah (uh)
Servin’ these stripper hoes dick, yeah
You sick of me, yeah, and I know it, huh (yeah)
All of this money, I blow it, huh (skr)
All of these hoes, yeah they goin’, huh (uh)
All of my shooters they blowin’ (boom!)
Anyway, why you come over? You ain’t goin’, huh
You a whole thot, and I know this, huh (yeah)
Beat him in the pot with the elbow, huh
Skrt out the lane with the new whip (skrt)
Diamonds in the ear like a Q-tip, huh
Bitch give me top with them duck lips, uh (yeah)
Your boyfriend, he scared of me (yeah)
I’m geeked up off that amphetamine (yeah)
Hairy pussy give me allergies (yeah)
Bitch I don’t shop at no Malleries (no)
I get my diamonds from Icebox, huh (yeah)
Big Gucci link with the white rocks (whoo)
Just left Chicago like White Sox (yeah), tryna get a bitch with some dreadlocks
I got a bitch sippin’ Redrum (damn), I don’t even know where she came from (nah)
I walk around with a AK (damn), that lil’ shit sound like a snare drum (yeah)
DN, DN, DN, DN, DN

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out, uh
Yeah, uh, pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out
Yeah, ha, pop out
Pop out, yeah, pop out
Yeah, yeah, what’s up?
What’s up with all of that fuck shit?
Yeah, what’s up, what’s up with all of that fuck shit?
Yeah, yeah, pop out
Pop out, pop out, pop out, pop out

[Verse 2: JBan$]
Rock out (woo, woo), I bring the guap out (I bring the what?)
I’m on the block with the Glock out (doot doot doot)
I pop a perc, make her tap out (yeah, yeah)
This is the modern day pop sound, aye (yeah)
Diamonds on lighthouse (diamonds on lighthouse)
Glacier Boy still fuck with White Owl
Double my cup till I pass out, sippin’ Act’ now, uh
Ooh, treat the Maybach like a Honda, speedin’ and swervin’, might fall out
Lil’ baby know I’m not average, I get the top, and I kick her out
Ooh, my diamonds on igloo, I need that junk for my mental (yeah, yeah)
She pop that pussy, no pimple (yeah, yeah)
Gucci my runners, I get loose
JBan$, JBan$, JBan$, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out, uh
Yeah, uh, pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out, huh
Yeah, ha, pop out
Pop out, huh, yeah, huh, pop out, huh
Yeah, yeah, what’s up?
What’s up with all of that fuck shit?
Yeah, huh, what’s up, huh, what’s up with all of that fuck shit?
Yeah, yeah, pop out, huh
Pop out, pop out
Pop out, yeah