Ayy, look at this, she wild, sir.
You hear that, the *?
You hear that, the *?
Huh?
Shh, shh, shh.
Say, it's Fat Boy.
Huh?
I wake up in different moods.
I came up off different rules.
You can't move how I move, cause your crew ain't like my crew.
Still shoon, dice late night, because my baby need some shoes.
Say I had to pay my dues, that means sometime I had to lose.
Contradicting myself, * around, did some * that I don't do.
Had to tell myself, that Fat Boy, you the one, not the two.
Far from bitches, but I keep my double cup, I got the juice.
Sipping toast, they know I pour it up, no cold, ain't got the flu.
Popping perga, said I ain't ate a burger yet, I'm all about two.
Gave her a perga, said she gave me turkey, and that lil' bitch got loose.
I four with boss bitches and rags, got a lil' hoe, she a booster.
And she stay out, tell her pussy.
When she suck it, she be drooling, huh?
Wait, let me tell you about this horn, tell the nougat, bro.
All I gotta do is say I need it, she gon' shoot.
And I heard up in the street that she gon' shoot or something.
Gangsta bitch and she get nasty, I got me a two for one, huh?
All of you niggas talking down, bitch gon' do me something.
Fat Boy Joy, Javison, you see me, I be moving up.
Kept me out on scrap, got that pocket rocket, Ruga took.
Jug, he gon' do you something, that's another two for one.
Say, bitch, I'm different, and they know that.
Getting up off that weight, say, Fat Boy feel like Bowflex.
Staying down up in that trap, I'm trying to cop a trophy, huh?
When you pop out with that sack, I bet them bitches know.
I ain't the type to talk about my problems, I just roll them up.
When I swing that stick out, that backseat, the stock get folded up.
If I'm with your bitch, I'm off them purses, she can't fold it up.
Once I leave her spot, you know I'm ghosting her, huh?
I don't like that head, *, I'm the type gon' coach her up.
I'm the type gon' show her what I like and how she's folded up.
Out the shower, lay some baby powder, get her shoulder up.
She gon' roll the weed and she gon' pull me up.
When she hit the fan, is she gon' hold me down?
Is she gon' hit the trap and move them boys around?
Or she gon' let me go, she gon' let me be.
Or she gon' * with me, because I can't repeat.
It's Fat White.