F.F.F.
Just a fly fat fuck
Tryna find a fast fuck
I'm just a fly fat fuck
Tryna find a fast nut
And I got it and I passed at last I stacked up
And they catching what the ratchet clapping that's us
I'm Just a fly fat fuck
Tryna find a fast fuck
I'm just a fly fat fuck
Tryna find a fast nut
And I got it and I passed at last I stacked up
And they catching what the ratchet clapping that's us
They call me one take jake
Get taped in crown lake
My mind state so great
Debates were just made
A late rate for the hate
Dislocate in disarray
My pace left space
Distaste up in ya place
Stay with them rubber bands like I'm T.I. man
I fucks with Joe like I'm G.I. Man
I'm not Nelly this ain't E.I
Somebody's gotta die I'm on my B.I. Man!
I'm a city boy
I'm the king In my city boy
I'm running things It's my city boy
No fruit punch, my rum nitty boy
My Rum nitty boy, My Rum Nitty, boy
I'm just a fly fat fuck
Tryna find a fast fuck
I'm just a fly fat fuck
Tryna find a fast nut
And I got it and I passed at last I stacked up
And they catching what the ratchet clapping that's us
I'm just a fly fat fuck
tryna find a fast fuck
I'm just a fly fat fuck
Tryna find a fast nut
And I got it and I passed at last I stacked up
And they catching what the ratchet clapping that's us
Came a long way, from raps in my notebook
Came a long way, from trapping with the weight cooks
For so damn long I've been chasing
So much stress it got me pacing
Keep ya love keep ya love keep ya love
Speed it up speed it up speed it up
(Speed it!)
Speed it up, speed it
Speed it up, speed it
Speed it up, speed it
Speed it up, speed it
Who needs drama?
Ain't enough that I got it from my momma
So lame they kinda
Am I lame ya honor?
So lame ya honor! in my lane ya honor!
So lame ya honor? in my lane ya honor...
Take a toke cause ya soul need some cleansing
(Get right)
A new approach while ya soul reprimanding
(On sight)
Gettin coached while ya soul just ascending
Different Strokes, ya show just suspense's
Heads scratching, Like they winning the lotto
Laughing at em while I'm smoking gelato
Running shit steady dodging the potholes
I'm with the magic Like I'm Arron Afflalo
Tryna find a fast fuck
I'm just a fly fat fuck
Tryna find a fast nut
And I got it and I passed at last I stacked up
And they catching what the ratchet clapping that's us
I'm Just a fly fat fuck
Tryna find a fast fuck
I'm just a fly fat fuck
Tryna find a fast nut
And I got it and I passed at last I stacked up
And they catching what the ratchet clapping that's us
They call me one take jake
Get taped in crown lake
My mind state so great
Debates were just made
A late rate for the hate
Dislocate in disarray
My pace left space
Distaste up in ya place
Stay with them rubber bands like I'm T.I. man
I fucks with Joe like I'm G.I. Man
I'm not Nelly this ain't E.I
Somebody's gotta die I'm on my B.I. Man!
I'm a city boy
I'm the king In my city boy
I'm running things It's my city boy
No fruit punch, my rum nitty boy
My Rum nitty boy, My Rum Nitty, boy
I'm just a fly fat fuck
Tryna find a fast fuck
I'm just a fly fat fuck
Tryna find a fast nut
And I got it and I passed at last I stacked up
And they catching what the ratchet clapping that's us
I'm just a fly fat fuck
tryna find a fast fuck
I'm just a fly fat fuck
Tryna find a fast nut
And I got it and I passed at last I stacked up
And they catching what the ratchet clapping that's us
Came a long way, from raps in my notebook
Came a long way, from trapping with the weight cooks
For so damn long I've been chasing
So much stress it got me pacing
Keep ya love keep ya love keep ya love
Speed it up speed it up speed it up
(Speed it!)
Speed it up, speed it
Speed it up, speed it
Speed it up, speed it
Speed it up, speed it
Who needs drama?
Ain't enough that I got it from my momma
So lame they kinda
Am I lame ya honor?
So lame ya honor! in my lane ya honor!
So lame ya honor? in my lane ya honor...
Take a toke cause ya soul need some cleansing
(Get right)
A new approach while ya soul reprimanding
(On sight)
Gettin coached while ya soul just ascending
Different Strokes, ya show just suspense's
Heads scratching, Like they winning the lotto
Laughing at em while I'm smoking gelato
Running shit steady dodging the potholes
I'm with the magic Like I'm Arron Afflalo
Credits
Writer(s): Abdulaziz Alzayed
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