Look at the game switch
Why?
It's Fat Boy
I'm back in the industry
I'm on the paper chasing young niggas
Say she tired of me but she ain't leaving till I'm done with her
Switcheroo the hoe ain't never trippin' let's talk one year
All these bitches swear that this ain't that I ain't rent cry one year
All you hoes some dumb bitches but * I'm a nigga too
Only difference is I'ma do the * that these niggas knew
Can't call why I lay on pullin' up but we gon' get a room
Locked in with my gang we get that bag and we don't get into it
Hands on everything just say you need it I'll get it to you
I've been playin' with plenty more I'm locked in with plenty *
These niggas can't rap I pop it good because I really do it
Doin' it that bitch bitch she work her reach that's her little finish
Bitch she drive that dick like ten or two
* spendin' the block jump out that car and go get a dude
Bad yellow vibe ass and thighs shake like Rennie Rennie
Nigga walk down on me for a picture I'll finish it
I always gon' keep it G cause them call * to do it
Say them call * to get them whack
Smoke them can't get the nigga back
Four niggas rollin' off the curb
My nigga's a nigga
Freakin' him a black
B&B is full of threats
Freakin' hoes shakin' ass
Knock balls droppin' niggas askin' who next
On game
Say you lookin' for me where you searchin'
Cause I'm in that style like my fuckin' stomach hurt
* I took it back like I'm Michael Jordan jersey
How you don't see a green but you can't afford the purple
Killers all around me I leave shares off in my circle
Gettin' out the blowin' had me ballin' like I'm Curtis
Rickin' from that style nigga gon' have me strippin'
I can't tell no nine if that bitch ain't got no thirties
I was sellin' baby
I look clean, I get dirty
Gettin' out the house, boy, I'm burnin' what I'm servin'
Nigga talkin' tough, when they see me they get nervous
Nigga's ass sweet like a fuckin' McFlurry
Me and bro shooters, we like Steph and Steph Curry
Four niggas got D-Metro
Nigga, I'ma get you
Shout out to one of them suckers, I'ma make that bitch gon' get this sipper
When I punch their bitch, I don't need no pencil
Yo, I keep tellin' you, nigga, don't play with that
Hope you had your fun, but color cap, I'm finna take it back
Take off giant bunker, I got gold and I just for the race
We comin' through, nigga, I got gold and I just for the race

We catch a hat, so ain't no double back
If I drop this dick up in your bitch, I bet she get a test
Pack up in my pocket, remember, Shane Bridget for the snacks
I still love the style, I can't forget them roaches in the race
Try to jump off the wall, ain't no little cat gon' get him off the page
This all up in my rap, dawg, that blunt, he'll be like 75
Rhymin' some class, I remember I used to get a ride
All my niggas servin' chicken like it fuckin' dinnertime
Me and Fatboy Lawton, that my brother, that my fuckin' slime
That my fuckin' slime
And we gon' sit down together, we gon' do that time
* your bitch and I ain't pay no fine