Fat black, got two, janky than a bitch Always know from hittin' licks Robbin', takin' niggas *** On that kick, dough *** Talkin' cash money *** A hundred P's, ten keys Talkin' cash money bricks I ain't gotta use my pipe Cause I can slap you like a bitch Old peon ass nigga from the shoulders You ain't stiff Remember postin' on the spice I had a carbon F-O-Fif When reload J-Bowlin' Those engines took the plug down for a lick They kicked the dough and up the pipes The pounds ain't cold and yeah they grabby But they stupid ass forgot he had money in the attic He sent them back a text Message cryin' that don't last But they took his fifty pounds So they bagged it down and grabbed it Baggin' down and grabbed it Put it in a sandwich Bag with the paper tag Sellin' swag bag Text with suppressor mags Ailey's bag bag When we act like your friend Then we take your gas bag Niggas know I'm janky Wipe your nose, Mr. Hanky Trappin' out of Stone Ridge Sellin' hoes in zones of me Where I went off on my plug mat And took Jimmy's *** Me and Ike took it back to the trap and fat Now we sellin' whole pounds We ain't bustin' down Ojo got the strap You make a movie bust you down In the trap I'm sleepin' On the floor, my pallet on the ground I'm like, damn, I gotta change that I started sellin' K-Packs Got em' for the five hundred Sold em' for the two, two a day Fifteen a week, them big tits used to boom My walkin' days was over I copped that Mack Black Rover And then my bitch got pregnant God damn, I shoulda kept it just a Fat black Gap 2 Janky than a bitch Always know from hit and miss Robbin', takin' nigga's *** On that kick, dough *** Talkin' cash money *** A hundred P's, ten keys Talkin' cash money brick Way back in 05, I knew mama was fed up She put me out the house, I had to stay with the damn pup Hit the kitchen rock whippin' Stole a gun from my brother Hit the trenches, Glock drippin' I had corns on my knuckles Niggas know Mack so not for play play Bitch and that NDA broad, they ain't with the AK Beefin' with YM100, man, they shoulda seen it comin' We caught em' off Kirk Willis, Jordan started gunnin' Hit em' up, bought a thing, we shot up everything Niggas screamin' for a cream, they know exactly where we been Spice lane, Stone Ridge, by the Mickey D's On the same block where we lost baby Johnny G Bobby sellin' crack, Reggio totin' straps Body bag, toe tags, catch em' down bad Reload, rob that nigga, no mask at the racetrack I hit em' with the okie doke and sold his dough back I'm just a Fat black Gap 2 Janky than a bitch Always know from hittin' licks Robbin', takin' nigga *** On that kick, throw *** Talkin' cash money *** 100 Ps, 10 keys Talkin' cash money bricks Fat black Gap 2 Janky than a bitch Always know from hittin' licks Robbin', takin' nigga *** On that kick, throw *** Talkin' cash money *** 100 Ps, 10 keys Talkin' cash money bricks Funeral, mothafucka