Phat Butt
(Han)
(Man)
Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT (yup)
Hatin' bitches be angry
Hatin' bitches, they ain't me
How the fuck I'm still chewin' bitches
With some gray shorts and a plain tee?
Mad as fuck if I was them, D&G and its custom
Cuban link with a pink gem
I'm the one who they pumpin' (yup)
Rap bitch on a pop chart, toastin bitches like Pop Tarts
You's a flop, knock it off
Where the champaigne? Imma pop it off
You know you ain't like that, post a pic and he liked that
Fat butt with a back tatt and I been bad like Mike Jack (yup)
Talk a lot, but ain't sayin' shit
I ain't hear your song, they ain't playin' it
Sloppy hoes gon' chat the most
If you make your bed, better lay in it
Name got the bitch gaggin', hit the bench, I been tagged in
Bitch, you lost, throw the flag in
Stay on a jet, but ain't laggin' (yup)
Got these bitchеs copyin' my pose
Got these bitchеs bitin' on my flows
Like ballerinas, keep 'em on they toes
And I really write, like fuck a ghost (yup)
Chanel bags and it's cashmere
Oh, I see why they mad, yeah (oh, I, oh, I)
Bum bitches had a bad year
Bitches stay on my Pauly D, send 'em back home like the cab's here
Sold half a milli' on a mixtape
Probably more on a quick tape
And it's all real, ain't shit fake (yup)
Never lucky, I been blessed
Queen said I'm the princess
Been gettin' them big checks in a big house, havin' rich sex
Jamaican plug named Batman
Pack smellin' like trash cans
Let him beat it from the back and he eat it up like Pac-Man (yup)
Niggas fucked, but it ain't many
Lil' body, but my name heavy
Baddest out, you can ask Getty, and I never lack 'cause I stay ready
Fat butt, pull my pants up
Shakin' ass, got my bands up
Her man callin' and she mad as fuck
Bitch, be happy I don't answer (yup)
Oh, I see why they mad, my hearticle
We came from the four line to four times Grammy-nominated, word (yup)
Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my pants up
Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my—, fat butt, pull my—
Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my—
Fat-fat-fat-fat-fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my pants up
Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my pants up
Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my—, fat butt, pull my—
Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my—
Fat-fat-fat-fat-fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my pants up
Suck my dick
(Man)
Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT (yup)
Hatin' bitches be angry
Hatin' bitches, they ain't me
How the fuck I'm still chewin' bitches
With some gray shorts and a plain tee?
Mad as fuck if I was them, D&G and its custom
Cuban link with a pink gem
I'm the one who they pumpin' (yup)
Rap bitch on a pop chart, toastin bitches like Pop Tarts
You's a flop, knock it off
Where the champaigne? Imma pop it off
You know you ain't like that, post a pic and he liked that
Fat butt with a back tatt and I been bad like Mike Jack (yup)
Talk a lot, but ain't sayin' shit
I ain't hear your song, they ain't playin' it
Sloppy hoes gon' chat the most
If you make your bed, better lay in it
Name got the bitch gaggin', hit the bench, I been tagged in
Bitch, you lost, throw the flag in
Stay on a jet, but ain't laggin' (yup)
Got these bitchеs copyin' my pose
Got these bitchеs bitin' on my flows
Like ballerinas, keep 'em on they toes
And I really write, like fuck a ghost (yup)
Chanel bags and it's cashmere
Oh, I see why they mad, yeah (oh, I, oh, I)
Bum bitches had a bad year
Bitches stay on my Pauly D, send 'em back home like the cab's here
Sold half a milli' on a mixtape
Probably more on a quick tape
And it's all real, ain't shit fake (yup)
Never lucky, I been blessed
Queen said I'm the princess
Been gettin' them big checks in a big house, havin' rich sex
Jamaican plug named Batman
Pack smellin' like trash cans
Let him beat it from the back and he eat it up like Pac-Man (yup)
Niggas fucked, but it ain't many
Lil' body, but my name heavy
Baddest out, you can ask Getty, and I never lack 'cause I stay ready
Fat butt, pull my pants up
Shakin' ass, got my bands up
Her man callin' and she mad as fuck
Bitch, be happy I don't answer (yup)
Oh, I see why they mad, my hearticle
We came from the four line to four times Grammy-nominated, word (yup)
Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my pants up
Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my—, fat butt, pull my—
Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my—
Fat-fat-fat-fat-fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my pants up
Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my pants up
Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my—, fat butt, pull my—
Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my—
Fat-fat-fat-fat-fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my pants up
Suck my dick
Credits
Writer(s): Bernard Leverette, Jamall Willingham, Deangelo Deonta Hunt, Ephrem Louis Lopez Jr, Isis Naija Gaston
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