[Verse 1]
Came through buzzin' off Peachtree heat
Gold on her tongue, game on repeat
Talk sweet, but she don't play nice
Wrecks your world, won't charge you twice
[Chorus x2]
Atlanta baby — built on bold
Ice in her stare, but her grip’s on hold
Talk too slick, she’ll let you know
She don't chase — she just lets go
[Verse 2]
She got hustle stitched in silk
Moves like fame, sips like guilt
Don’t do past — she rides the now
If you can't rise, she won't allow