(Intro)
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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
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I told ya'll niggas a long time ago
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Come fuck with my city, nah mean
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Rich Homies, Migos, Young Thug, and me, mutharfucka
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You know what I'm sayn? When you get off that
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Muthafuckin' plane
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(Hook)
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(Welcome to Atlanta baby)
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You never been to Atlanta
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Welcome to new Atlanta - Phantoms on-top of Phantoms
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(Get that new Atlanta baby)
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Hannah Montana boot up in Atlanta
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New Atlanta, we don't need security, walking around with that hammer
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Break out the cameras
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(Camera baby, porno movie, fuck your camera babe
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Don't get your bitch ass killed in New Atlanta baby)
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We don't fuck with cameras out here I'm for real
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Fuck the police, we won't tell, we keepin' it trill
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(In new Atlanta baby)
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(Verse: Quavo])
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Call sucka spaghetti chumps, north side Migo bando bunkin'
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Lil' momma she foreign, she not from this country
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Fly to Atlanta, we land in the morning
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Droppin' my top on the avenue!
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Young nigga, you stay with your mama, call you Bartholomew
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Come to Atlanta, we breakin' the rules
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Do you remember my teacher say we wouldn't make it
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I gotta thank y'all, Atlanta made us famous
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Hustle where we invented swag, live in Atlanta, we might have some haters
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The new Atlanta like the old Lakers
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(Verse: Takeoff)
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I'm a young rich nigga, whippin' the chemicals
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Middle of the summer wearin' chinchilla's
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Up in the city Atlanta with your bitch
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She poppin' the pussy, no pimple
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It's been a long time coming, Migos, Thug, Rich Homie
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No we don't fuck with no phonies
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You niggas be clonin', they watching like Sony
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You copy me?! Mama said I was a born star
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Came out the pussy with a spatula
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Selling dope like Pablo Escobar
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I'm hot, they lookin' for me switching cars
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Bentley Mulsanne I just blew out the brain of the Audi, alright with the paper temp plate
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Takeoff and Thug, Offset, Quavo, Quan, new Atlanta, we the heavyweight
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(Hook)
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(Welcome to Atlanta baby)
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You never been to Atlanta
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Welcome to new Atlanta - Phantoms on-top of Phantoms
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(Get that new Atlanta baby)
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Hannah Montana boot up in Atlanta
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New Atlanta, we don't need security, walking around with that hammer
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Break out the cameras
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(Camera baby, porno movie, fuck your camera babe
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Don't get your bitch ass killed in New Atlanta baby)
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We don't fuck with cameras out here I'm for real
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Fuck the police, we won't tell, we keepin' it trill
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(In new Atlanta baby)
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(Verse: Offset)
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I had the desire, we startin' empires
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You niggas retired, Givenchy attire
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I'm trappin', they think I live in The Wire
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I had to flood out my new Audemars
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Drop in the Ghost, scaring niggas like Michael Myers
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Fuckin' your bitch pass her 'round like a flyer
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All the little kids lookin' at me, admired
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I pull up in 'Raris, I forgi my tires
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I'm dropping in foreigns, might tropicana
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Just in New Atlanta, pullin' up the Phantoms
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For you niggas that monkey we got bananas
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Throw a temper tantrum when I'm on the channel
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We finessin' that kind up in Atlanta
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Put a price on your head like a Bandana
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Dipset, like Juelz Santana
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I'm dropping the top on my panoramic
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(Hook)
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(Welcome to Atlanta baby)
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You never been to Atlanta
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Welcome to new Atlanta - Phantoms on-top of Phantoms
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(Get that new Atlanta baby)
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Hannah Montana boot up in Atlanta
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New Atlanta, we don't need security, walking around with that hammer
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Break out the cameras
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(Camera baby, porno movie, fuck your camera babe
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Don't get your bitch ass killed in New Atlanta baby)
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We don't fuck with cameras out here I'm for real
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Fuck the police, we won't tell, we keepin' it trill
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(In new Atlanta baby)
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(Interlude)
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Mutharfuckas hatin' and shit
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Mutharfuckas still movin' out here and shit
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It's still love in this Mutharfucka
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And niggas think this shit gonna stop
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It ain't never gonna stop
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It's just gonna keep going, Rich Homie, tell 'em where you're from
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(Verse)
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A-T-L-A-N-T-A, GA that where I'm from
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East Atlanta, that's where I stay, aka the slums
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I got trained to slime without a gun
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(Migos and Quan roll up another one
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Doctors don't know what we are)
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| Magic still poppin' on Mondays, ain't no more twenty |
