Lyrics

Hot as fuck. Sun on my back
Braves hat low. All black
808 hit — trunk rattlin’
Atlanta raised street nigga stay battlin'
Hot as fuck. Hawks in the paint
Nosebleed seats, still can’t fade me
She Drip drip sweatin' on my Dominique jersey
Red clay Lions ATL I know you heard me

Georgia summer heat — street pressure felt
Sun colored skin, ass make a nigga melt
Braves game packed, crowd screamin' loud
warm beer nigga still gone drank it down
Hawks game night, lights flash red
Bass hittin' hard bobbin’ my head
Girls thick as fuck, cheeks out, shorts tight
player spittin’ game these hoes choosin' me tonight

Hot as fuck. Sun on my back
Braves hat low. All black
808 hit — trunk rattlin’
Atlanta raised street nigga stay battlin'

Lake wood slow roll, top down
Pimps on the corner, hoes walkin’ round
Life ain’t easy , hustle ... hard
Heat in the air, bitches fine ON GOD
Run and Shoot, rim bent steel
Niggas Talkin' shit — is it real
Skipping class, chasin' pussy, blowin' smoke
Laughing hard, them niggas broke

Sun scorched. Skin peel. cash money
City hard. Shit real. it ain't funny
Either fold or go hard
Hustle Like your life depends on it
Win nigga win don't stop
Till you take your last breath ON GOD

Only kings understand kings nigga

Hot as fuck. City don’t break
Sweat and grind for what we make
From park courts to big stage
Only ATL heat built this kind of rage
808 boom. Let it ride
Georgia sun on my side
Forged in the fire, can’t fake that
ATL streets made me like that