Lyrics 285 - Aiwal Turé

Im on 285 and im coasting
I must be lit cause damn it B im lost in
Up In the city of the Braves and the ballers
Hustlers moneymakers shot callers
Aye slow your blozy ass down we got some shorty's on deck
Im trying to go get this loving Aint trying to be in no wreck
I thought you love your life But look here see I damn sure love mine
It Aint no need for you skirting All through this Interstate flying
Uhh sh There they go Bruh you twerking my nerves
Blowing my high UGK riding dirty with birds
Take a lil sip of this here lean Enjoy this screwed up action
And fly the friendly skies passing Hartsfield Jackson
Say bruh I aint with that bullsh trying to play me for weak
You want to rumble we can rumble and im playing for keeps
Aye Don't be testing me lil homie And we gon be alright
Aye didn't we pass the exit already for domestic flights

Im on 285 And I can't get off (Im ready!)
We on 285 How in the hell is we lost (Im ready!)
Im on 285 Cup full of that Purple (Im ready!)
We on 285 Going in motherfin circles (I'm ready!)

I'm still up on this freeway And we seem to be stuck
Front back front Side to side in between trucks
I got to pee but the city they done closed the exit
Bout to pull over they see me then they just rubbernecking
Bruh this the Eastside Put your blinkers on alert when you pass
You must aint heard about DeKalb They known to get in your a
Slow down them speeding tickets double in the zone of construction
You could've been got off now we in spaghetti junction
Why this left lane still But the right lane flowing
Too many right lane drivers in the left lane trolling
There's an Amber Alert Man that'll just be my luck
We can get reward money if we see that red truck
Just keep your eyes on the road Don't get throwed off by the signs
Even the weather man this morning spoke some sh but was lying
He predicted to the city it was snow coming round
All dayNot one flake hit the damn ground

Im on 285 And I can't get off (Im ready!)
We on 285 How in the hell is we lost (Im ready!)
Im on 285 Cup full of that Purple (Im ready!)
We on 285 Going in motherfin circles (I'm ready!)

The way I'm pushing round the city man they think I'm a train
I used to really know the town But this sh looking strange
Seem like the city up and rearranged In front of my eyes
Now the Braves in Cobb County off of 75
Yeah bruh things is different nothing staying the same
Except your stupid a scared to exit out of this lane
Take control and grip the grain bruh you say you a boss
You know exactly where this take us But you here acting lost
Dude I'm straight you tripping I know what I need
One last time to put some fire on the end of that weed
Swear to God this my last time blowing it up
What kind of lights is them behind rolling up
Bruh that's twelve I knew I shouldn't have rode with you fool
Now the folks probably gone unload and do what they do
You got us in some bullsh Now we going to jai
Fu it bruh Hope you ready Cause I'm bout to bail