Dirty Weapon

[Pre-Chorus]
Ridin' 'round dirty in a box Chevy
Ridin' 'round the city with a dirty weapon
Ridin' 'round the city with some dirty weapons

[Chorus]
Yuh
This that ATL
We don't God damn, God damn give a fuck, we carry shells
And we give 'em hell
You do not
God damn talk about the boys

[Verse 1]
We gon' make some fuckin' noise
All we do is bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
And it's up
Fuck that shit, burn it up
We them southern boys
Fuck around and burn it up
I'm a
Southern boy
From the
90's
Please don't
Try me
Yeah
My old school
Family
From the 50's
Wicked wit' it
I know some n***as who up semis
I say
Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat
That's my motherfuckin' rata-tat-tat
Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat
That's my motherfuckin' set
108, we the best
[?] We beat our chest
[?] Fuck that shit
105 to 120, that's the border twin
Watch yo' fuckin' back twin
[Pre-Chorus]
Ridin' 'round dirty in a box Chevy
Ridin' 'round the city with a dirty weapon
Ridin' 'round the city with some dirty weapons

[Chorus]
Yuh
This that ATL
We don't God damn, God damn give a fuck, we carry shells
And we give 'em hell
You do not
God damn talk about the boys

[Verse 2]
Yuh

[Pre-Chorus]
Ridin' 'round dirty in a box Chevy
Ridin' 'round the city with a dirty weapon
Ridin' 'round the city with some dirty weapons

[Chorus]
Yuh
This that ATL
We don't God damn, God damn give a fuck, we carry shells
And we give 'em hell
You do not
God damn talk about the boys