Lyrics:
at my kids, baby mama never home
Serg and his boys got a problem cause I'm Boosie
Surrounded by rats so they can tell on me, crew shit
Same with
fat look like cookie dough
Need no handout
Needa prove everyone u wasn’t a doubt
I see that bag so I reroute (Reroute)
You been playing games, I just
can tell by the hue change on my eyeballs
Sick cunt, matter of fact, okay
I don't got room for nobody I just got my heart on chrome
Open that pack up
March Madness get shot by day
March Madness niggas know we okay
Ay call up my phone but lil' bitch I don't see
Stay back on the ground I be watching TV
fries
It be your demise shady with the dry eyes
Ima ask a fat why they gon' rap they/then go rap a fat lie
Run down on what is going on (okay, yeah?)
Ima
Joey
Mic check mic check
It go
Okay the wait's up, waited up, really don't know where to start
Niggas fresh home want me dead and gone, I'm
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Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
to say
I been down this path before
Everything will be okay
I said I don't really know
Where you tryna go
I been running down this road
Keep it on the low
Honestly, give it all you got for me
Times by three, give it all you got for me
Tell it to me from your heart and in your soul now
Blood keeps
the Bible isn't two parts
There's a Part Three to the Bible, Joe
And I, God, have anointed you
To dig up this Part Three that is buried by the tree
and act right
I'm fat but I dress nice and bitches finesse Mike
They suck the dick and squeeze on my belly like bagpipes
I slap and I suck clits, I
stitch, YouTube on the phone
Sound low to hear Pam, Joe, and Nicole
Water cooler Boomers sayin' "Hooray!" for the pay raise
Two percent by May, barely
In Hong Kong
LSD in the cups when we play beer pong
I can't tell which way is left and right or wrong
Damn yo this dose was strong
(Oh by the way)
Your
That's it right there, Gnealz
Step (Ayy) , step (Ayy)
I'm steppin', nigga, step (Gang)
Step (Woo) , step (Woo)
I'm steppin' over steps (Go)
Step by
They only talk to her, because
She looks like a total prostitute, okay?
I mean, her butt, it's just so big
Uh, I can't believe it's just so round,
high
Idle in the aisles cause I spend all of my time in Trader joe’s
Gotta go to Trader Joe’s the old bank on Atlantic Ave
Get my shopping done for
Ayy, Ayy, what do you know about the hustle
Gettin' it all off your muscles Hell nah, I'm not tryna tussle
Up that fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, CHEA
Hopped onto PornHub, I'm boutta beat my dick (Nice)
Saw a fat ass so you know I had to click (Okay)
I was boutta nut then I realized something's
Burning by myself, I'm tryna cope
I'm lighting up until there's nothing left
I tell myself it's okay, but my heartbeat's running
Running to the beat
to different states
Different money, different days
Do my thang, I'm in my lane
If you ain't gang get out the way
Bitch don't ask if I'm okay
I'm too trill
appear lean but inside I'm mean envision Joe Greene with Adesanya in between
Educated by the book and the street
My attacks are where gun, sword,
[Hook 1: Triple Seven]
We're goin' out to the club tonight
Let Fli Fat Funk Playa frost your ice
Got a Zima in the cup and I'm feelin' alright
Got it
[E-40]
You got the beat turned up in my ear a little mo'?
(Aight) Let's go
Uhh, a little more volume pimp YEAH, okay
Just tell me when... yeah
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