[Intro: YTB Fatt]
Damn, it's a whole lot of motion involved
(You'll fly too if you link up with French)
We pop this shit every day, not only on the weekends
Fatt Macc, what's poppin', nigga?
Foxes only, nigga, yeah
[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
I got the keys to the streets, keys to the trenches
Nigga, I knew how to adapt, I bought me some weed and a gun when I first hopped in it
These niggas don't know how to work the streets for real 'cause they just hopped in 'em
That was my young nigga, covered all of his head, threw on his ski, put that fire in his denim
40K pokin' out my britches, this blue cheese got my pockets itchin'
These shows got my pockets thicker, I'm finna drop some show money on this bitch
Nigga, this shit got different, my motion bigger, so the hoes thicker
Nigga, this shit got different, my pockets larger, so the whips different
[Verse 2: Fatt Macc]
Free my nigga Max all in the county, all my bros killers
Ran it up off turkey bags, you see me with her, know I hit her
Boy, you got that shit off Telegram, you know I go and get 'em
All my ice came off of Instagram, fuck talkin', I'm showin' a nigga
My Florida boy gon' come and clear the block, he want a brick of flak
You can take me anywhere 'round the world and I'ma set up shop
You ain't got no business in my business, you ain't gotta call
Swiper trap, we went Fatt on Fatt, you is not a fox
Damn, it's a whole lot of motion involved
(You'll fly too if you link up with French)
We pop this shit every day, not only on the weekends
Fatt Macc, what's poppin', nigga?
Foxes only, nigga, yeah
[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
I got the keys to the streets, keys to the trenches
Nigga, I knew how to adapt, I bought me some weed and a gun when I first hopped in it
These niggas don't know how to work the streets for real 'cause they just hopped in 'em
That was my young nigga, covered all of his head, threw on his ski, put that fire in his denim
40K pokin' out my britches, this blue cheese got my pockets itchin'
These shows got my pockets thicker, I'm finna drop some show money on this bitch
Nigga, this shit got different, my motion bigger, so the hoes thicker
Nigga, this shit got different, my pockets larger, so the whips different
[Verse 2: Fatt Macc]
Free my nigga Max all in the county, all my bros killers
Ran it up off turkey bags, you see me with her, know I hit her
Boy, you got that shit off Telegram, you know I go and get 'em
All my ice came off of Instagram, fuck talkin', I'm showin' a nigga
My Florida boy gon' come and clear the block, he want a brick of flak
You can take me anywhere 'round the world and I'ma set up shop
You ain't got no business in my business, you ain't gotta call
Swiper trap, we went Fatt on Fatt, you is not a fox
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