[Intro: Shakewell]
MTM, hit 'em with the heat!
[Chorus: Fat Nick]
Murder rates sky-rockin' (Huh?), bank notes poppin' (Haha)
Bitch, you out of line, is you sucking dick or walkin'? (What?)
Mr. Gorgeous Glizzy Gordo, damn, I look like the lotto (Trap, trap, trap)
Do I wanna fuck a model, or a hoodrat who swallow?
Murder rates sky-rockin' (Huh?), bank notes poppin' (What?)
Bitch, you out of line, is you sucking dick or walking? (Trap)
Mr. Gorgeous Glizzy Gordo, damn, I look like the lotto (Skrrt)
Do I wanna fuck a model, or a hoodrat who swallow?
[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
I'm ridin' 'round, spin around and 'round (Spin 'em), pushin' all these pounds
Paranoia all up in my head, I'm better left for dead (What?)
Push a 'Vette, don't forget your vest, Sprite be filled with Tech (Skrrt)
Roundabout, go and hit the left, we gon' leave him dead
Doc', he love me, I been sippin' lean, I been 'sleep for weeks
Grab a key, lets go pump these streets, man, I love my fiends
Biker boy, let that choppa rip (Skrrt), [?][0:50] love to dip
Many Men, feel like 50 Cent, how they want me dead
This a hundred-round drum, how I fuck up the city
Flat-chested bitch hatin', tell your mans, "Buy some titties"
Hundred band club and up, if you broke, you ain't with me (Nah)
How this bih gon' say she fuck me, she a two and she dusty? (Trap, trap, trap)
MTM, hit 'em with the heat!
[Chorus: Fat Nick]
Murder rates sky-rockin' (Huh?), bank notes poppin' (Haha)
Bitch, you out of line, is you sucking dick or walkin'? (What?)
Mr. Gorgeous Glizzy Gordo, damn, I look like the lotto (Trap, trap, trap)
Do I wanna fuck a model, or a hoodrat who swallow?
Murder rates sky-rockin' (Huh?), bank notes poppin' (What?)
Bitch, you out of line, is you sucking dick or walking? (Trap)
Mr. Gorgeous Glizzy Gordo, damn, I look like the lotto (Skrrt)
Do I wanna fuck a model, or a hoodrat who swallow?
[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
I'm ridin' 'round, spin around and 'round (Spin 'em), pushin' all these pounds
Paranoia all up in my head, I'm better left for dead (What?)
Push a 'Vette, don't forget your vest, Sprite be filled with Tech (Skrrt)
Roundabout, go and hit the left, we gon' leave him dead
Doc', he love me, I been sippin' lean, I been 'sleep for weeks
Grab a key, lets go pump these streets, man, I love my fiends
Biker boy, let that choppa rip (Skrrt), [?][0:50] love to dip
Many Men, feel like 50 Cent, how they want me dead
This a hundred-round drum, how I fuck up the city
Flat-chested bitch hatin', tell your mans, "Buy some titties"
Hundred band club and up, if you broke, you ain't with me (Nah)
How this bih gon' say she fuck me, she a two and she dusty? (Trap, trap, trap)
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