Ran To Atlanta

Album: Iceman (2026)
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  • You know what I'm sayin', yeah
    Freebandz turn shit up again
    Whatever it gon' take to get lil' bro out the can
    Cuttin' ties with all my friends
    Ho went down that road, I can't go again
    Fuck boy, rrt, know what I'm sayin'? Ski
    Stood on that business, girl, you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah
    Atlanta nigga, twin, know what I'm sayin'? Yeah
    Ayy, say, twin

    Know what I'm sayin'?
    Outside is back to what it was, you know what I'm sayin'?
    Atlanta'll tell you 'bout my run, you know what I'm sayin'?
    Ask Pluto, Bank, or 21, you know what I'm sayin'?
    I done put up half, what's done is done, you know what I'm sayin'?
    Two cars in the back, two in the front, you know what I'm sayin'?
    They so down for me, gotta punt, you understand?
    Understand, understand, understand, understand, under-

    Me and Hendrix back by popular demand (yeah)
    Got a three-ticket Richie on my hand (okay)
    I went St. John the Baptist on the Lam' (uh-huh)
    I went Laurie Lynn Stark on my pants (ooh)
    And I'm quick to turn a hater into a fan
    Niggas standin' 10 toes on quicksand
    If they could've been, they would've been, but they can't
    Embarrassment the only thing I'm gettin' secondhand
    It cost a lot for that Mercedes stretch sedan
    She said, "Astaghfirullah," because I'm back with Taliban (uh-huh)
    Come right now, bring a friend for my friend (uh-huh)
    Come right now, bring a friend for my friend

    Know what I'm sayin'?
    Outside is back to what it was, you know what I'm sayin'?
    Atlanta'll tell you 'bout my run, you know what I'm sayin'?
    Ask Pluto, Bank, or 21, you know what I'm sayin'?
    I done put up half, what's done is done, you know what I'm sayin'?
    Two cars in the back, two in the front, you know what I'm sayin'?
    They so down for me, gotta punt, you understand?
    Understand, understand, understand, understand, under-

    I just fucked a milli' off on some fine shit (what else?)
    I just fucked a milli' off on some fine shit (what else?)
    I flew 40 bitches out on some fried shit (what else?)
    Ran 500 milli' up on some burnt shit (yeah)

    Can't even tell you what day it is
    I been in Turks so long, I love it here (yeah)
    Can't even tell you what day it is
    I'm on so many pills, I don't how I made it here (yeah)
    Can't even tell which drug I'm on
    Soon as I say it, then niggas, they claimin' it (yeah)
    Can't even tell you what day it is
    Can't even tell you where bitches be stayin' at (yeah)
    Can't even tell you what day it is
    She pull it right out her purse and she play in it
    Nut on the sheet, then she lay in it
    Bought a condo up the street and she stay in it
    Bring all the freaks to France and skrrt in the Sprinter
    They wanna play Molly Santana (they do)
    Used to cook Hannah Montan'
    The way we movin' boxes, you would think we went hand-to-hand

    I just ran a milli' up on some slime shit (what else?)
    I just fucked they feelings up on some pride shit (what else?)
    I just fucked Chanelly up on some light shit (what else?)
    Molly Santana gon' make 'em rewind it (what else?)
    Diamonds on diamonds and hammers on hammers
    I'm a big shark while these hoes is piranhas (okay)
    Talkin' 'bout billions, he talkin' on camera
    Think he a threat? He ain't nothin' but a random (that's facts)
    Molly Santana new Hannah Montana
    Molly Santana new Hannah Montana (yeah)
    Molly Santana new Hannah Montana
    Molly Santana new Hannah Montana

    Yeah
    Iceman turnt
    Iceman turnt, Iceman turnt
    Iceman turnt, what else? Iceman turnt, what else?
    Iceman turnt, what else? Iceman turnt

    Iceman turnt
    Iceman turnt like we knew that knew the tables would
    Iceman back outside for the greater good
    Fuck you, pussy, but shout out your neighborhood, uh
    I get mentioned a lot by a bunch of people that I wish I never met (ayy)
    We sharin' women that I already fucked at the height of my success (ayy)
    All you pussy boys losin' it and you need to take meds, hey
    When I tell you dip 'cause it's Ice time, bitch, it ain't the fake feds, hey
    Iceman turnt, what else? Iceman turnt, what else?
    Iceman turnt, what else? Iceman turnt Writer/s: Aubrey Graham, Nayvadius Wilburn
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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