Buckhead Freestyle

By VI

On Outside

Released on December 13, 2019

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[Verse]

(Oh you from Atlanta right? Oh ok. What part?)

He call me mommy when we fucking in the crib

Cum on the sheets, now he got me tucking in his kids

Real dope dealer, Bob the Builder, stacking up them bricks (Whoo)

Give me what I want, popping tags and quick to hit a lick

You a bitch, and your main hoe, she a bitch too

Run with wild n*****, snuffing birds ducking at the zoo (Aye)

They be like "Don't trip, we'll do anything for you"

Real gorillas might steal your girl and snatch your baby too

But who am I? Just a boujie bitch from the Northside

Off of Lenox, real privileged, ain't no need for me to lie

Don't get it twisted, only difference is I'm used to this shit

I spend cash and you mad because your pieces ain't hit

College grad, got the bag, so you know I gotta brag

I was putting in the work, gave it everything I had

Had to put in overdrive, it ain't easy being black

But you know been a boss, gotta stick it to them hags (Talk yo' shit six)

Down the center, that's the only time you'll see me fold (uh uh)

I'm a pin-up, ask your nigga if you really bold (uh uh)

Willy wonka cuz he only wrap that shit in gold

Roald it Dahl, Told to story to his dawgs

Daddy rich, and my momma, hella lit too (whoo)

Bought a crib out in London, she was barely 22 (whoo)

Elevator to the top, ain't no time to watch the view

Ain't let a mister turn her purple, fuck his money, whoopdi doo

We pullin up

ATL hoe, Fulton wessup (wessup)

AUC get me lit, Georgia State pour me up

I be out there in the SWATS, hit the bando in the Bluff

I'm a Buckhead boujie baby but the hood show me love

(Let me get a lemon pepper sprinkle, extra hot, extra crispy, with a peach drink)