[Intro: YTB Fatt]
(Ayy, what's happenin’, C2?)
(You'll fly too if you link up with frenchie)
Hoo, uh (Yo, Ben)
What happened? Uh, hoo, uh
[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
He indicted (Hoo)
And them bodies he caught, he glad he ain't lifin’ (He thankful)
And that switch go everywhere he go, he licensed (Hoo)
His mama don't know, but he punch packs like Tyson
For the right amount of cheese in my city, they'll treat it like ISIS (Hoo)
Fuck every side in the city, it's up, no typin' (Hoo)
Leave that shit alone, faker, they don't wanna be like you (Fuck him)
This right here some grown man smoke
I don't tell you and you don't tell on me, that’s how I like it (Hoo)
[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
I piped you up, how you ain’t gon' like me?
He slang that K like he licensed
He don’t even play by the rules, got shot before, he gon' shoot 'fore he fight you
He don't even answer to the phone no more, for what?
’Cause half the men he had on the road with him caught indictments
You snatch your chain, he'll snatch you
He just get paid for it, he ain't a rapper
He got shit on his head, so he travel with smackers
He so fuckin' loaded, he can buy two Phantoms
Seen whackers get whacked by whackers (What else?)
The jackers, jacked by jackals
He a real robber, he tried to rob another robber, but they fucked 'round and smacked him
They had him, don't get caught lackin'
He ain't gon' perform without the backend
Know how to whack the switch, he don't do nothin' but tap it
Found out he was a rat, kick him out of the Fox den
Kill somethin', kept the phone with him, they tracked it
Can't nobody ever get seen with the lackin'
They hit his trap, he don't even wanna trap again
He don't work with killers, he know they'll clap 'em (Hoo)
(Ayy, what's happenin’, C2?)
(You'll fly too if you link up with frenchie)
Hoo, uh (Yo, Ben)
What happened? Uh, hoo, uh
[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
He indicted (Hoo)
And them bodies he caught, he glad he ain't lifin’ (He thankful)
And that switch go everywhere he go, he licensed (Hoo)
His mama don't know, but he punch packs like Tyson
For the right amount of cheese in my city, they'll treat it like ISIS (Hoo)
Fuck every side in the city, it's up, no typin' (Hoo)
Leave that shit alone, faker, they don't wanna be like you (Fuck him)
This right here some grown man smoke
I don't tell you and you don't tell on me, that’s how I like it (Hoo)
[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
I piped you up, how you ain’t gon' like me?
He slang that K like he licensed
He don’t even play by the rules, got shot before, he gon' shoot 'fore he fight you
He don't even answer to the phone no more, for what?
’Cause half the men he had on the road with him caught indictments
You snatch your chain, he'll snatch you
He just get paid for it, he ain't a rapper
He got shit on his head, so he travel with smackers
He so fuckin' loaded, he can buy two Phantoms
Seen whackers get whacked by whackers (What else?)
The jackers, jacked by jackals
He a real robber, he tried to rob another robber, but they fucked 'round and smacked him
They had him, don't get caught lackin'
He ain't gon' perform without the backend
Know how to whack the switch, he don't do nothin' but tap it
Found out he was a rat, kick him out of the Fox den
Kill somethin', kept the phone with him, they tracked it
Can't nobody ever get seen with the lackin'
They hit his trap, he don't even wanna trap again
He don't work with killers, he know they'll clap 'em (Hoo)
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