atlana (slowed)

I took you're ho down to Atlanta I mix codeine with my pineapple Fanta Red Burberry on me, they callin' me Santa She cookin' me dinner, I'm callin' her nana Waitin' for the day I'ma collab with tana Tell you to lay low, uh Pussyboy call for his ma, I call him a feline She come my way when I told her to be mine Watch for me, I got shooters they gon' be 'hind Mozzarella, yeah, I'm callin' it key-lime I like to play 'fore I kill, you gon' be fine Makin' more sense than a c-sign Lean in the mug sippin' pretty like it's tea time Pull up in the stinger with a queen, bee hive Yeah, yeah I took you're ho down to Atlanta I mix codeine with my pineapple Fanta Red Burberry on me, they callin' me Santa She cookin' me dinner, I'm callin' her nana Yeah