Young Ns Fat Trel (Ft. No Savage)

[Intro: Fat Trel]
I don't know what to say on the intro, man, we just gon'... turn up
You feel me?
B-b-b-bang
Ay hold up

[Chorus: Fat Trel]
I got the club on swole, woah, control your ho, young nigga
I'm in the trap in the back with the strap, it's ready to blow, young nigga (Boom)
I'm in the kitchen, I whip on the stove, I got it to go, young nigga
You need a loan, young nigga, leave me alone, young nigga
I get 'em gone, young nigga, shoot like Malone, young nigga (Bow)
I'm bad to the bone, young nigga, they say this a song, young nigga
Got it on my own, young nigga, I'm in the zone, young nigga
I play on my phone, young nigga, lower your tone, young nigga

[Verse 1: Fat Trel & No Savage]
Woah, I been workin', I been serving in traffic
I wrap a brick up in plastic
Shit dissappear like its magic
Try me, get put in a casket
Beefin' with me, it get tragic
I make a play like I'm Magic
I'm done with the bitch, I done had it
I pop me a perc and I smash it
I'm really gettin' it, whippin' it
Weighing the packages, sending it
I hope you got it, it's ten of 'em
And come to this trap, and I'm diligent
You act like you don't know the difference
You fuckin' them bitches, I'm pimpin' 'em
This bitch really think I'm a gentleman
These niggas gay and I'm really not feelin' 'em
What you gon' do?
I'ma just count up the dividends
I'ma collect me a bag
I went to the church with the strap on
What else?
I'm on the flight with the gas
I'm whippin' this bitch like a Jag
She fuckin' on me and my man
This chopper'll give you a tan
This chopper, it come from Japan