East Atlanta Day lyrics

by

Jeremih


[Intro: Gucci Mane]
East Atlanta Day
We don't f*ck with 12, n*gga
East Atlanta Day
n*gga, East Atlanta Day

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

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Walkin' through my hood, lookin' like a hundred bricks
I got all this ice on me, shouldn't even brought out all this sh*t
It's Zaytoven and C-Note and Big Gucci in this b*tch
n*gga put his hands on me, I'm goin' stupid in this b*tch
Eight-figure Gucci and I'm lookin' like the sh*t
I got so much cash right now, don't know what to with all this sh*t
Yo girlfriend lookin' at me like a groupie in this b*tch
So I'm 'bouta shoot my shot, I feel like Cupid in this b*tch
This for Edgewood, this for Kirkwood, I brought Glenwood in this b*tch
Got me feeling like a young n*gga, 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, n*gga, East Atlanta Day
I got all my jewelry on, n*gga, East Atlanta Day (Brr!)
It's a trap holiday, n*gga, East Atlanta Day
Drop top Chevelle, n*gga, East Atlanta Day
I'ma give them hell, n*gga, East Atlanta Day
We don't f*ck with 12, n*gga, East Atlanta Day
n*gga, East Atlanta Day, n*gga, East Atlanta Day

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
21 and PDE, that's the East Atlanta gang, (Gang)
I shot a lot of n*ggas with this East Atlanta 'K (21)
I robbed a lot of n*ggas in North Atlanta for their yay (Facts)
They didn't get no skraightenin', but they feel some type of way
Drop down, broad day, n*ggas that Zone 6 sh*t (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 b*tch, but a fat di*k (21)
Leave a n*gga with a fat lip, yeah, chains on me blingin' ho
f*cked yo baby momma, yo kid's Pampers need some changin' 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, n*gga, East Atlanta Day
I got all my jewelry on, n*gga, East Atlanta Day (Brr!)
It's a trap holiday, n*gga, East Atlanta Day
30s on the truck, n*gga, East Atlanta Day
I'ma make them put it up, n*gga, East Atlanta Day
n*gga, we don't give a f*ck, n*gga, East Atlanta Day
Where ya from? Throw it up, n*gga, East Atlanta Day
Drop top Chevelle, n*gga, East Atlanta Day
I'ma give them hell, n*gga, East Atlanta Day
We don't f*ck with 12, n*gga, East Atlanta Day
n*gga, East Atlanta Day, n*gga, East Atlanta Day
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