No Manners (feat. Yung Lock)

Kira Lets Go They asking me how do I Live in Atlanta And Ain't never been to Atlanta Why do you curse in your songs And talk with your teeth Why are you using that grammar Why do you eat with your hands And lick on your fingers You should use a napkin Sorry to tell you the truth But this is just me And I swear I ain't acting I Don't got No Manner's I Don't got No Manner's Don't got No Manner's I Don't got No Manner's Mmm I Don't got No Manner's This is my grammar I Don't got No manner's Mmm I Don't got No Manner's Im not from Atlanta I Don't got No Manner's Mmm I Don't got No Manner's I Don't got No When I was little i had this friend Actually her name was Keke We used to walk down the street Say F*ck the Police Cause we saw it on tv We used to listen to Wayne Bump all of his shit Cause we had him on cd We used to fight Steal all of they bikes When ever we went to the backstreet I can't make this up I was wild as a young Girl Now I be running through money Remember them times they said I wasn't shit Im Gone turned Nothing to Something Im gone keep gunning No matter my feelings I swear I ain't running from nothing As long as Im living I want it I get it And that's just the way that Im coming They asking me how do I Live in Atlanta And Ain't never been to Atlanta Why do you curse in your songs And talk with your teeth Why are you using that grammar Why do you eat with your hands And lick on your fingers You should use a napkin Sorry to tell you the truth But this is just me And I swear I ain't acting I Don't got No Manner's I Don't got No Manner's Don't got No Manner's I Don't got No Manner's Mmm I Don't got No Manner's This is my grammar I Don't got No manner's Mmm I Don't got No Manner's Im not from Atlanta I Don't got No Manner's Mmm I Don't got No Manner's I Don't got No Nawl I Don't got No Manner's Im Fucking this bitch And she say I look handsome On God Say you want smoke You don't want it lil boy If you knew where Im from You know I had it hard This chain on my neck If you reach Im gone pop it It's all about respect On my momma Ain't going for that whew she bad yeah she giving me neck Fake love I ain't dying about that I Don't got no manner's Yeah I Don't got no manner's Keep me a tool I ain't talking about no hammer Free my Brother Yeah he locked in the slammer Your Bitch she want me She liking my standards On god Im like the hardest Im one of them ones Pop me a perc And Im gone off them Bars Real road runner Call me Mr.Triple R They asking me how do I Live in Atlanta And Ain't never been to Atlanta Why do you curse in your songs And talk with your teeth Why are you using that grammar Why do you eat with your hands And lick on your fingers You should use a napkin Sorry to tell you the truth But this is just me And I swear I ain't acting I Don't got No Manner's I Don't got No Manner's Don't got No Manner's I Don't got No Manner's Mmm I Don't got No Manner's This is my grammar I Don't got No manner's Mmm I Don't got No Manner's Im not from Atlanta I Don't got No Manner's Mmm I Don't got No Manner's I Don't got No