Oh you from Atlanta right? Oh ok. What part

He call me mommy when we fucking in the crib
Cum on the sheets, now he got me tucking in his kids
Real dope dealer, Bob the Builder, stacking up them bricks
Give me what I want, popping tags and quick to hit a lick
You a bitch, and your main hoe, she a bitch too
Run with wild niggas, snuffing birds ducking at the zoo
They be like Don't trip, we'll do anything for you
Real gorillas might steal your girl and snatch your baby too
But who am I?
Just a boujie bitch from the Northside
Off of Lenox, real privileged, ain't no need for me to lie
Don't get it twisted, only difference is I'm used to this shit
I spend cash and you mad because your pieces ain't hit
College grad, got the bag, so you know I gotta brag
I was putting in the work, gave it everything I had
Had to put in overdrive, it ain't easy being black
But you know been a boss, gotta stick it to them hags

Down the center, that's the only time you'll see me fold
I'm a pin-up, ask your nigga if you really bold
Willy wonka cuz he only wrap that shit in gold
Roald it Dahl, Told to story to his dawgs
Daddy rich, and my momma, hella lit too
Bought a crib out in London, she was barely 22
Elevator to the top, ain't no time to watch the view
Ain't let a mister turn her purple, fuck his money, whoopi doo
We pullin up
ATL hoe, Fulton WESSUP
AUC get me lit, Georgia State pour me up
I be out there in the SWATS, hit the bando in the Bluff
I'm a Buckhead boujee baby but the hood show me love

Let me get a lemon pepper sprinkle, extra hot, extra crispy, with a peach drink