Lyrics East Atlanta - Binky , Trabajarie

You can catch me on Panola boy you'll catch me at the store
Riding in a stolo clutching on my four four, You already kno im from the East Atlanta
Zone 6 we'll shoot about his fanta, In a stolo whip you kno it was the phantom
Walk around wit a bad bitch a dancer
She goin bounce on a nigga did like prancer
Walk around diamonds on me and they dancing

Zone 6 really from that east atlanta
Gotta double cup on my bitch she pouring up that Hi-Tech fanta
Imma hit this Backwood rolling up Runtz these niggas want no cancer
Bitch you was a dancer, Better go get you some manners
When shawty hopped inside the whip put that hoe on the camera
I'm not goin cop the regular wraith imma get that Lancer
If it ain't a bad hoe calling then i ain't goin answer
Boy this ain't old Trab imma hold y'all to a different standard
Put sum patience into my verse, I drink the lean when i feel hurt
I'm slowed up on the way to work, When i walk in hoes gonna flirt
This hoe keep a uzi under her skirt, I just cut the brain off that vert
I'm riding in a demon on the way to church

You can catch me on Panola boy you'll catch me at the store
Riding in a stolo clutching on my four four, You already kno im from the East Atlanta
Zone 6 we'll shoot about his fanta, In a stolo whip you kno it was the phantom
Walk around wit a bad bitch a dancer
She goin bounce on a nigga did like prancer
Walk around diamonds on me and they dancing

Shooting at the opps i hold a nigga up for ransom
Bitch she was mad how she throwing whole tantrums
Nigga talking shit i get to shooting wit my hammer
Everybody in my gang wearing black bandanas
How you wanna beef wit LuhkZay kno im wit it
LuhkZay whipping up im sitting in the kitchen
Glock 17 a leave a nigga missing, Dump his body in the lake he wasn't fishing
This brand new whip no keys in the Ignition
Get that pack off come push up cause we ain't shipping
All my niggas tactical they shooting shit just like a mission
When i pull up busing shots 33 but this ain't Pippen

You can catch me on Panola boy you'll catch me at the store
Riding in a stolo clutching on my four four, You already kno im from the East Atlanta
Zone 6 we'll shoot about his fanta, In a stolo whip you kno it was the phantom
Walk around wit a bad bitch a dancer
She goin bounce on a nigga did like prancer
Walk around diamonds on me and they dancing