Fat n*ggas ​tana

[Chorus]
Hey, i gotta stand for something
Lovin that food he munchin
In drive thru with my bousin
He love that food said its bussin, yeah
I just pulled up with a salad, but i know his fat ass dont want it
Boy yo ass the height of my lil cousin
Caught his ass out in philly he runnin, yeah (he runnin, he runnin)
Wait, how the fuck you eat this? (Fuck eat this?)
How the fuck you eat that? (Fuck eat that?)
I dont know but you made it happen some how
That nigga he fat as the fuck and it look like his ass pregnant with a child
I just sit back and run up my bucks these niggas ain't catchin up for a while, oh yeah (oh yeah)
I ran up them racks on fanduel
I ran up them bands on prizepicks
Tryna take his food he said "That's my shit' (yeah)
Nigga fat he gotta eat in private, (yеah)
It been 4 years you still ain't poppin, (wow)
Im like why nigga eat thе whole plate im like goddamn this nigga got it (Got it, got it)
Hold up, how the fuck i do this? (yeah)
How the fuck i do that? (woah)
I dont know but i made it happen some how (woah)
Like how the nigga get so fat i dont know but he made it happen somehow
Man that nigga can't even run around
He run out of breath walking outside the house