Fat Face Ass Full Moon
Bih I'm clutching
If you run up on me then I'm bustin
If I touch her we fuckin no cuffin
Eight-seven get all of my lovin'
I hop in that Jag & you know that I'm thuggin
Don't be mad at me getchu some hunnids
No one backing you that's why you fronting
I ain't lacking you know how I'm coming
And I'm leaking like open Dasani
That pussy was gummy I'm sick to my stummy
Had to wrap that shit up like a mummy
When you cap about shit it ain't funny
When say you got bread it was crummy
You got on designer but you still a bummy
Shawty hop on the dick like a bunny
Tryna play me but you are the dummy
Elevate told my niggas get money
Aye Jag!
I'm in my element
I pour a four on the fourth like my president
Ain't keeping score & that's why I forever win
Game in a chokehold, that air I won't let it in
Yea
Cash!
Money I never spend
I'm not a socket but my plug I recommend
Pop like a rocket I'm hot as I ever been
Stop pocket watching my glock on my belt again
Never catch me with a suitcase
Just know my bitch with me thicker than toothpaste
I know she gon' buss it down for a blue face
She hit me Monday then I hit her Tuesday
Watch on Dasani
Pinky ring Koolaid
Got on G'vanni
I see that shit too fake
Wave like tsunami
But you know I do reign
All black Mulsanne
That's how I do mane
I'm bringing you pain
Aye nigga back back
Nigga back back
Nigga back the fuck up yea
We boutta act up
Boutta act up
Boutta act the fuck up yea
You say you want sum'
We can add up
But we ain't evenly matched up
I got the racks up
And a gat tucked
On the way to Atlanta
I'm like a rapture
To a slacker
Nigga I'm getting cash sir
I'm like the master
To a basturd
I was born in my bag sir
Guy you can have her
I done had her
Now I'm looking past her
I know my past hurts
But I didn't care to mention that in the last verse
Bih I'm clutching
If you run up on me then I'm bustin
If I touch her we fuckin no cuffin
Eight-seven get all of my lovin'
I hop in that Jag & you know that I'm thuggin
Don't be mad at me getchu some hunnids
No one backing you that's why you fronting
I ain't lacking you know how I'm coming
And I'm leaking like open Dasani
That pussy was gummy I'm sick to my stummy
Had to wrap that shit up like a mummy
When you cap about shit it ain't funny
When say you got bread it was crummy
You got on designer but you still a bummy
Shawty hop on the dick like a bunny
Tryna play me but you are the dummy
Elevate told my niggas get money
She giving sloppy to the Pop Life hooligan
Cause I how I jag it
Ion care who I do offend
Who posed to stop me from doing what I do my friend?
I'm humble with ego it's moving in unison
Fuck with my crew again now it's apocalypse
Dropped the clip, but you a shooter?
That's foolishness
True to this gang & this business
I'm poppin shit
Consciousness
What you losing when I'm through with this
Don't you try crucifix me you won't resurrect
A nigga play stupid with me then I'm at his neck
These bitches wasn't choosing a G till I had a check
Why use energy from my feet?
I'll just grab a tec
I leave a 9000 beat in a massacre
No you ain't riding out with me
Ain't no passenger
They was just clowning a G like I'm amateur
Now they must bow to a king
Know that had to hurt
Aye
My bed sheets, lavender
I see notes everyday on my calendar
If she got throat to deliver I'll handle her
If you got dough to consider hit my manager
Aye
Cut the check nigga what's the amount
This flow a kilo don't hit me for a ounce
Feel like Johnny Cinco you don't know none about
Knowing you got these niggas down for the count
If you run up on me then I'm bustin
If I touch her we fuckin no cuffin
Eight-seven get all of my lovin'
I hop in that Jag & you know that I'm thuggin
Don't be mad at me getchu some hunnids
No one backing you that's why you fronting
I ain't lacking you know how I'm coming
And I'm leaking like open Dasani
That pussy was gummy I'm sick to my stummy
Had to wrap that shit up like a mummy
When you cap about shit it ain't funny
When say you got bread it was crummy
You got on designer but you still a bummy
Shawty hop on the dick like a bunny
Tryna play me but you are the dummy
Elevate told my niggas get money
Aye Jag!
I'm in my element
I pour a four on the fourth like my president
Ain't keeping score & that's why I forever win
Game in a chokehold, that air I won't let it in
Yea
Cash!
Money I never spend
I'm not a socket but my plug I recommend
Pop like a rocket I'm hot as I ever been
Stop pocket watching my glock on my belt again
Never catch me with a suitcase
Just know my bitch with me thicker than toothpaste
I know she gon' buss it down for a blue face
She hit me Monday then I hit her Tuesday
Watch on Dasani
Pinky ring Koolaid
Got on G'vanni
I see that shit too fake
Wave like tsunami
But you know I do reign
All black Mulsanne
That's how I do mane
I'm bringing you pain
Aye nigga back back
Nigga back back
Nigga back the fuck up yea
We boutta act up
Boutta act up
Boutta act the fuck up yea
You say you want sum'
We can add up
But we ain't evenly matched up
I got the racks up
And a gat tucked
On the way to Atlanta
I'm like a rapture
To a slacker
Nigga I'm getting cash sir
I'm like the master
To a basturd
I was born in my bag sir
Guy you can have her
I done had her
Now I'm looking past her
I know my past hurts
But I didn't care to mention that in the last verse
Bih I'm clutching
If you run up on me then I'm bustin
If I touch her we fuckin no cuffin
Eight-seven get all of my lovin'
I hop in that Jag & you know that I'm thuggin
Don't be mad at me getchu some hunnids
No one backing you that's why you fronting
I ain't lacking you know how I'm coming
And I'm leaking like open Dasani
That pussy was gummy I'm sick to my stummy
Had to wrap that shit up like a mummy
When you cap about shit it ain't funny
When say you got bread it was crummy
You got on designer but you still a bummy
Shawty hop on the dick like a bunny
Tryna play me but you are the dummy
Elevate told my niggas get money
She giving sloppy to the Pop Life hooligan
Cause I how I jag it
Ion care who I do offend
Who posed to stop me from doing what I do my friend?
I'm humble with ego it's moving in unison
Fuck with my crew again now it's apocalypse
Dropped the clip, but you a shooter?
That's foolishness
True to this gang & this business
I'm poppin shit
Consciousness
What you losing when I'm through with this
Don't you try crucifix me you won't resurrect
A nigga play stupid with me then I'm at his neck
These bitches wasn't choosing a G till I had a check
Why use energy from my feet?
I'll just grab a tec
I leave a 9000 beat in a massacre
No you ain't riding out with me
Ain't no passenger
They was just clowning a G like I'm amateur
Now they must bow to a king
Know that had to hurt
Aye
My bed sheets, lavender
I see notes everyday on my calendar
If she got throat to deliver I'll handle her
If you got dough to consider hit my manager
Aye
Cut the check nigga what's the amount
This flow a kilo don't hit me for a ounce
Feel like Johnny Cinco you don't know none about
Knowing you got these niggas down for the count
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Writer(s): Dazavier Hadley
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