Real Fat Trel (Ft. Boosa Da Shoota & P. Wild)

[Chorus: Fat Trel]
One time for the real niggas, two times for the bad bitches
One more time for the killers and the drillers
And the niggas on the block that’s still getting it

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
On the block, bitch I still get it
Since a youngin I been sick with it
Duffel bag got pounds in it
Get the work, move the work, I’m a pro with it
Got your bitch on my dick, I can still hit it
Got a K, got a MAC, got 30 in it
You ain’t talking bout no money, we ain’t fuck with it
When it comes to the money we don’t play with it
Back in the day I was toting the strap
Flipping and moving, juuging the pack
Hundreds and fifties, we stacking all that
Bands on my dick, tell them bitches fall back
I’m rolling with Boosa, that’s Boosa Da Shoota
Got a Ruger with a 30 and that chopper gone screw ya
Nigga want work, nigga we can get it to ya
I don’t do no talking, like Nike I do it
Double cup of lean, Sprite my fluid
Thumbing through the checks, see them bands, run through it
No free shit till I die fuck nigga
I be with them goons and them killers and them drillers
You be with them hot niggas, snitching on your niggas
Fuck y’all niggas, SB be the realest
Ear rings, neck piece, wrist game chilling
Nigga you can hate but I’m still gone get it, wow