
Living Large Fat Nick (Ft. Maxo Kream)
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[Intro: Fat Nick]
Ha
Ayo, Lil Mexico pass the gas
[Chorus: Fat Nick]
I got the trap jumpin', he know that I'm that (that, that)
I got a Draco on me and a MAC
I'm counting blue faces, you stacking scraps (Ha, Ha)
And if I bring the pressure, ain't no going back (no going back)
I got the trap jumpin', he know that I'm that (that, that)
I got a Draco on me and a MAC
I'm counting blue faces, you stacking scraps (Ha, Ha)
And if I bring the pressure, ain't no going back (no going back)
[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
Rolex bezel on my flooded chain, fuck it, I'ma cop it
I just drank a whole sixteen and chewed some Xanax now I’m buzzin' (bitch, I'm buzzin')
My Roli don’t tick, but it’s flashin'
My bitch was missin' cheeks, I bought an ass
In the streets the know my name, I make it rain
These Balenciaga runners, I'm too rich to wear Roshe's
You was sucking dick like every day
My chopper brought that pressure every day
I might buy a Hellcat just to crash it
In high school you was pretty, bitch you a has been
If I’m in your block, I'ma spin it
My clip is never empty, thirty in it
Ha
Ayo, Lil Mexico pass the gas
[Chorus: Fat Nick]
I got the trap jumpin', he know that I'm that (that, that)
I got a Draco on me and a MAC
I'm counting blue faces, you stacking scraps (Ha, Ha)
And if I bring the pressure, ain't no going back (no going back)
I got the trap jumpin', he know that I'm that (that, that)
I got a Draco on me and a MAC
I'm counting blue faces, you stacking scraps (Ha, Ha)
And if I bring the pressure, ain't no going back (no going back)
[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
Rolex bezel on my flooded chain, fuck it, I'ma cop it
I just drank a whole sixteen and chewed some Xanax now I’m buzzin' (bitch, I'm buzzin')
My Roli don’t tick, but it’s flashin'
My bitch was missin' cheeks, I bought an ass
In the streets the know my name, I make it rain
These Balenciaga runners, I'm too rich to wear Roshe's
You was sucking dick like every day
My chopper brought that pressure every day
I might buy a Hellcat just to crash it
In high school you was pretty, bitch you a has been
If I’m in your block, I'ma spin it
My clip is never empty, thirty in it
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