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Lyrics
[Intro]
Been ridin'
Still ridin'
Old Atlanta
Still vibin' (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Monte Carlo candy on Bankhead
Camaro chrome deep in the driveway
Pulled up slow, let the day fade
Used to hit Greenbriar on a Friday
Big trucks lean at the stoplight
Frame shake hard when the bass bite
Been on this side since the bricks fell
Same hood, same road, different hotel
[Chorus]
We them old Atlanta riders, still rollin'
Decades on these roads, we chosen
Monte, ‘Maro, big body, doors open
From the red clay dust to the gold skyline
We them old Atlanta riders, still rollin'
Still talkin' that talk, keep it Southern
Old school steel on some grown folk time
Old Atlanta in the heart, still mine
[Verse 2]
Used to hit Stewart Ave, whole crew tight
Now we slide through the name change, same life
Gas station lot turned car show, headlights
Eldorado parked crooked in the twilight
OG taught me how to sit clean
Seat leaned back, cap low, move mean (yeah)
From Freaknik days to the group chat memes
Still the same soul, just a new blue screen
[Chorus]
We them old Atlanta riders, still rollin'
Decades on these roads, we chosen
Monte, ‘Maro, big body, doors open
From the red clay dust to the gold skyline
We them old Atlanta riders, still rollin'
Still talkin' that talk, keep it Southern
Old school steel on some grown folk time
Old Atlanta in the heart, still mine
[Bridge]
From West End to Eastside, we ride (we ride)
Southside kids hit the curb, high-five (hey!)
Seen the city flip names, still pride
Every turn got a story inside
[Chorus]
We them old Atlanta riders, still rollin'
Decades on these roads, we chosen
Monte, ‘Maro, big body, doors open
From the red clay dust to the gold skyline
We them old Atlanta riders, still rollin'
Still talkin' that talk, keep it Southern
Old school steel on some grown folk time
Old Atlanta in the heart, still mine
Details
GeneratedJan 17, 2026
Duration2:20
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dusty Southern rap bounce with thick 808 low-end, swung hi-hats, and crisp snare pops. Male vocals with a confident, storytelling flow; hook brings in stacked chants, crowd shouts, and simple call-and-response. Subby bass under warm electric piano stabs; second half adds brass hits and ad-lib echoes to lift the energy., hip hop
Credits
Prompt bySoulfulRiff387
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A song about us Atlanta riders in old school Monte Carlo’s, Camaro’s, big trucks and have been riding for decades since old Atlanta, rap, hip hop
