2018 (Remix) YFG FATSO
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[Verse]
(Uh, uh)
I don't wanna go back to jail, I'm runnin', it'll be hell, I punt it
I dropped out of band class, but I nailed at drummin'
My teacher told me I'm a star, before the kid got money
I wonder if she know how right she was, damn, that's something
I pulled up in black things, they like, "Damn, he stunntin'"
Plus every cop a hundred plus, got them like, "Damn, it's nothin"
I left this shit and came back, bet that should tell you somethin'
Plus I made my thunder, I can't rain in 'hunnids
They'll remember vaguely, if I leave and quit
I dedicated everything, it's a scheme for rich
Tryna get cheese and fam, I wasn't readin' shit
That's when my karma came, I could've died, no stick
It was just a bad day, but that don't mean I shit
If you get caught it's life or death, no way reason this
Got a case of cheaters dome, got amnesia quick
Yeah, I might need a lot of pape, but I won't need a bitch
I'm in my- living room, talking to my ceiling
I'm expressing everything I feel, do you feel it?
So many turns, it's bruises for every rock
Promise he would've died, I with all of the limping
They paint a bad guy, so let's not listen to the critics
I know that bro'nem innocent, they need to find who did it
I'm still me, I'm Mr. Get it, fuck bitches
I promise we gon' get you, ain't no skippin', we gon' hit 'em, 'cause-
(Uh, uh)
I don't wanna go back to jail, I'm runnin', it'll be hell, I punt it
I dropped out of band class, but I nailed at drummin'
My teacher told me I'm a star, before the kid got money
I wonder if she know how right she was, damn, that's something
I pulled up in black things, they like, "Damn, he stunntin'"
Plus every cop a hundred plus, got them like, "Damn, it's nothin"
I left this shit and came back, bet that should tell you somethin'
Plus I made my thunder, I can't rain in 'hunnids
They'll remember vaguely, if I leave and quit
I dedicated everything, it's a scheme for rich
Tryna get cheese and fam, I wasn't readin' shit
That's when my karma came, I could've died, no stick
It was just a bad day, but that don't mean I shit
If you get caught it's life or death, no way reason this
Got a case of cheaters dome, got amnesia quick
Yeah, I might need a lot of pape, but I won't need a bitch
I'm in my- living room, talking to my ceiling
I'm expressing everything I feel, do you feel it?
So many turns, it's bruises for every rock
Promise he would've died, I with all of the limping
They paint a bad guy, so let's not listen to the critics
I know that bro'nem innocent, they need to find who did it
I'm still me, I'm Mr. Get it, fuck bitches
I promise we gon' get you, ain't no skippin', we gon' hit 'em, 'cause-
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