Whole Lotta Fat Trel & Young Moe

[Intro]
Young Lan on the track

[Chorus: Fat Trel]
Got a lotta [?] niggas on my list, ain't really got time to believe no bitch
Fucked up, cause a young nigga rich
Killed your brother, and you ain’t do shit
Got a whole lotta whips, and a whole lotta bricks
And a whole lotta mops, whole lotta clips
Got a whole lotta thots, and a whole lotta tricks
Get them all drunk, give them a whole lotta dick
Had to get a new flight, just to get it alright
Nigga living alright, got a whole lotta ice
Strapped up tight, AK with a knife
I take a nigga life, we ain't doing no fight
[?] niggas really move white
Nigga get a new price, I can get a new [?]
You wanna play, I wanna work
I got a K, I got a bird

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
Nigga got a whole new whip, with a whole new key
Had to pull up quick, with a whole new bitch
I ain't got no time to be running no lip
I’m just tryna get rich, take a whole new trip
Brand new cake in a whole new way
[?] get a new safe
And I want a new wraith, I just beat a new case
Should seen nigga face, lil' bitch I'm straight
Bitch I'm hot, had to get a new Glock
The shit got dropped, when a nigga got popped
Stopped by the cops, I ain't really wanna stop
They was coming by the flock, had to make a new drop
[?] want a whole load
I been really on the way, I was coming up the road
I be drinking on lean, I was coming up slow
Had to get a new queen coming up on the [?]
Imma look him in his eyes, Imma ride real slow
With a hundred round chopper, nigga, take his whole soul
I'on think I'd ever stop, take a new road
Used to get it off the block, I just get it out the show now
Run up, I pull up with a 4 pound
Guns up, run it up, never slow down
Run up, I pull up with a 4 pound
Guns up, run it up, never slow down