[Intro]
Ayo, Lil Mexico, pass the gas
[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
They want the old Fat Nick, back on bullshit
Popped a lot of percs now I pop a lot of Glocks
If you see a bad bitch, I fucked her and all her friends
I spent my money on some guns, got some diamonds and some drip
This a seven figure habit, arms i can't get a casket
I been rich for way too long, these is facts, I don't be braggin'
See that Porsche roof drop, 5.56 pop
Every IG model want my dick but they get cropped
In the club twenty bottles of that Hen' I pop 'em off
In the streets, thirty clip, who or where, we let 'em off
This a big body, we spin on anybody
And we ain't movin' half bricks, wе talkin' big money
The Hellcat makе a lot of noise, sound like a Glock shot
Your man, he talk a lot of shit but he a broke fuck
Sendin' opps to the grave by the dump truck
If you the last man standin' have the pole tucked
It's a blitz when I pull up, ZZ Corvette when I pull off
If that bitch ain't suckin' dick I tell that hoe to pause and skrrt off
You broke, don't want no issues
My pistol come with some tissues
These perkies don't make me miss you
You thuggin' so keep it with you
Remix Sprite, yeah, these bullets might, yeah
These diamonds bright, yeah, keep duckin' it's on sight, yeah
Road runnin' demon, chop a pack, ain't never catch me lackin'
Ain't need no scammin' just to get my bands up, what I'm stackin'
Ayo, Lil Mexico, pass the gas
[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
They want the old Fat Nick, back on bullshit
Popped a lot of percs now I pop a lot of Glocks
If you see a bad bitch, I fucked her and all her friends
I spent my money on some guns, got some diamonds and some drip
This a seven figure habit, arms i can't get a casket
I been rich for way too long, these is facts, I don't be braggin'
See that Porsche roof drop, 5.56 pop
Every IG model want my dick but they get cropped
In the club twenty bottles of that Hen' I pop 'em off
In the streets, thirty clip, who or where, we let 'em off
This a big body, we spin on anybody
And we ain't movin' half bricks, wе talkin' big money
The Hellcat makе a lot of noise, sound like a Glock shot
Your man, he talk a lot of shit but he a broke fuck
Sendin' opps to the grave by the dump truck
If you the last man standin' have the pole tucked
It's a blitz when I pull up, ZZ Corvette when I pull off
If that bitch ain't suckin' dick I tell that hoe to pause and skrrt off
You broke, don't want no issues
My pistol come with some tissues
These perkies don't make me miss you
You thuggin' so keep it with you
Remix Sprite, yeah, these bullets might, yeah
These diamonds bright, yeah, keep duckin' it's on sight, yeah
Road runnin' demon, chop a pack, ain't never catch me lackin'
Ain't need no scammin' just to get my bands up, what I'm stackin'
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