Lyrics Atl 2 La - Hadi

It don't Rain No No yeah It don't yeah
Southern cali, good smoke, bad hoes yeah
Over there they may fuck with my flow yeah
Word to law, i may get on that big boat yeah
Ridin thru the city, drop top impala
Rackin up in the 4 so when i hit LA i can spend that guala
I see u eatin good, word to my mama
Chauncey up in crenshaw, imma stop by give him a holla

ATL to LA
Im not fuckin with this shit
ATL to LA
Im out this fuckin bitch
ATL to LA
ATL to LA
ATL to LA
ATL to LA
I'm Flyin Out
Flyin
I'm Flyin Out
Flyin

Ion feel love from these niggas
Rise above these niggas
Imma dove on these niggas
Baby bussin' like them triggers
Yeah
Ripped jeans and my loafers
Baby girl come closer
She is a damn stoner
Never fuck me when she sober
ATL to LA
Tell me who I'm gon meet
ATL to LA
Tell me who I'm gon eat
ATL to LA
Tell me who I'm gone see
ATL to LA
Why would you stop me

ATL to LA
Im not fuckin with this shit
ATL to LA
Im out this fuckin bitch
ATL to LA
ATL to LA
ATL to LA
ATL to LA
I'm Flyin Out
Flyin
I'm Flyin Out
Flyin

Up
Polka dot socks in my napsack
You want my girl cookies i cant pass that
You smoke smoke smoke smoke until you laugh gas
Eat so good before I shit, know I'm gonna pass gas
I rather have you, hate me then play me
Cause the love in thats adjacent
And ion have the patience
For people who like playin
Cause thats time wasted
ATL hoe, same state, but my mind is LA'n
Oooo

ATL to LA
Im not fuckin with this shit
ATL to LA
Im out this fuckin bitch
ATL to LA
ATL to LA
ATL to LA
ATL to LA
I'm Flyin Out
Flyin
I'm Flyin Out
Flyin