Yeahhh… ATL shawty… 808 knock like it live in the trunk… Whippin the sound like I cook in the basement Bassline jumpin, it shake the foundation Zone 6 raised me, clay on my sneakers Talk through the beat, now the speakers believers (yeah) 808 slide like a serpent (yeah) trunk got the earth unearthin Studio trap, no birds but it's workin Mumble but the cadence emergin From Peachtree down to Decatur Bass move different, no loop, no fader Every bar hittin harder and greater Street poetry, Dolby creator Ad-libs float in the ceiling (ceiling) Synths start warpin and bendin the feelin (feelin) Crunch in my tone, distortion appealing Gangster but broad — crossover appealin I make music straight out the pavement Turn pain into platinum statements ATL slang in the cadence Beauty inside the invasion Bass gon wobble and breathe Feel it surroundin the street From the curb to the suite We make the city complete (Complete, complete) We make the city complete Whole beat flipped like a brick in the kitchen Different 808 talk — now it glitchin Hat rolls skippin, the trunk start twitchin Bassline walk but it never stay sittin Shawty say “boy you crazy” (crazy) Voice so gritty and hazy (hazy) Street raised flow, don’t phase me Made it from nothing, that’s gravy From Bankhead straight to the A Every syllable bounce and sway Not techno — trap ballet Heavy sub under the 808 Ad-libs pan left then right Atmos height, we levitate height Sound don’t sit — it migrate Bass rotate like license plate I make music straight out the pavement Turn pain into platinum statements ATL slang in the cadence Beauty inside the invasion Bass gon wobble and breathe Feel it surroundin the street From the curb to the suite We make the city complete (Complete, complete) We make the city complete Yeah… From the trap to the towers… ATL forever… 808 still breathin…
