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Lyrics Explanation - https://genius.com/Barrage-atl-come-h... Produced by Lucas Depetti Connect with Barrage: 📷 Instagram: / barrageatl 🐤 Twitter: / barrageatl 💎 Facebook: / barrageatl @BarrageATL #Barrage #Atlanta #Bars -- 🔥 LYRICS 🔥 [Verse 1: Sage] Back in the booth, sluggin Ruths, till I’m long in the tooth Like Sabre tooths, tigers incisors We uncouth, that’s ridin loose, for the wily youths So I’m bout ta deuce, vamanoose, getting caughts the noose Flying coupes, like I ain’t roost, hen’s pussies chicken soup Now I’m up, make her sing her cockle-doodle-doos, They call me king kong, king cock, pound ‘er like a bump stock King kong on the box, made it drip drops Hoes wanna let it flow, no stopcocks Pulled out all the stops, so cops, don’t stop cops Sittin’ with the shotty, blast away all the small talk Get that shit up outta here! Call it block shot If you comin in the paint, I’m jumpin with ya, yeah I’ll take the charge I got 5 fouls, tossed em up and blast em down That’s a Larry Bird-shot, never miss from downtown Load me up the rock my shots on to drain down Oh, what’s for dinner, never misses winners, chickenshit contest enders 5 fouls, ya out da game, nah my team still on the plane ‘N they can all hang, fly high, on the hangtime Punt this shit, like in Denver, airs lighter, hang tight Now smile. Into the Armalite It’s why you don’t keep your armor light Always chest vest lest you die, chest vest-less Rollin in they graves, still chest, they still restless Ooh I’m that essence! [Verse 2: Sage] Runnin through the city in that incognito stealth-mobile Not a time to be high ‘n pretty, I’m ridin low behind the wheel Got the tint up, cuz the heats up, jigs up Sawed off, cut ‘em down, to sawdust Yeah we lawless, stand the tallest Hide the diamonds best be flawless Bein’ honest, in a fight, leave em jawless that’s jaws to the floor, in awe-ness Hold me in high regard, regardless Like MJ in the day, I’m guardless ‘N that ain’t heartless Pay homage to the greats, that’s god-ness Never off, I’m tha on-est – Truth! Lay low, don’t get caught in the spray zone Mi pesos, bought me mech drones Took a mellow tone, go to sleep, yeah it’s sad huh? Saturday’s up, time to work, climb the ladder, get that chedda Oh let’s go Work week never weekends, so I never weaken Guard the deep end, so I’m never sleepin Lifeguard with a flamethrower, leave ‘em charrin Top tier baller, with that Thunder, call me Harden Back in the big seat, packin’ the big heat Call my shotty Blazer, cuz I fancy that it suits me ‘N it can let ‘em fly, it’ll rain deer, that’s buckshot Young buck, spread them does out, now don’t get caught Just some plain folks in some plain clothes, Woulda known, these plain folks, they be criminals! Oh there he goes, another dose, take 2 If they made a movie, gonna run over Gonna take a lifetime to paint this high crime Need sequels-o-sequels to get it right, A sequence of frames to paint the light Director of this plight, screen can’t capture how I wield this might Closed curtains, let ‘em jokers sleep, eternal dark knight, now sleep tight Gotham needs a savior (Needs a savior) Who will save us all (Who will save us all?) Sage. [Verse 3: Sage] City heat, keep my city neat Never took an L, ATL come hell Always baby sitty, all the other lil cities No more sitting, stand up, ain’t no shittin on my city Oh let’s go! This volcano’s Hotlanta, like a hulked up Bruce Banner ‘N we hurlin magma chartas, people keep it right, Magna Cartas Resurgens on the charter, Hot 100, Bennies plundered, oh we funded Phoenix from the ashes, now we blastin Shoulda never gave us action, now we passin Everybody in the game, they wadin’ in the slow lane Like lame ducks, terms up, time ta’ elect change Let’s go! Put ‘em on flames yeah, I’m da range! 🔥🔥🔥