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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YFG FATSO
YFG FATSO
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Mosley Jr.
Christopher Mosley Jr.
Lyrics
Cyrick Palmer
Cyrick Palmer
Composer
Malcolm Lawson-Stribling
Malcolm Lawson-Stribling
Composer
Benjamin Abrahami
Benjamin Abrahami
Composer
Lucas Depante
Lucas Depante
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swaggyono
Swaggyono
Producer
Plu2o Nash
Plu2o Nash
Producer
Juke Wong
Juke Wong
Producer
Wolf
Wolf
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Swaggyono)
(I'm working on dying)
Come on, yeah, come on
[Chorus]
At any given chance, we gon' drench the man (Woah, woah)
Only got one hat, the fuck is that? You ain't no drencher then (Woah, woah)
This bitch gettin' in V Live with all these hoes, just bring my **** in (Woah, woah)
Pattin' his pockets down, if he not one of mine, can't bring his pistol in (Woah, woah)
Thumbin' through racks, R.I.P. to lil' Do It, he checked, I'll never forget my mans (Woah, woah)
He used to come as a threat, he was ready to press, any time, he'll sic a man (Woah, woah)
No dog, but shorty a dog when he holdin' the yawk, wintertime, he the Christmas man (Woah, woah)
They ain't know I ain't believe that much in a God, why I got scriptures then? (Woah, woah)
[Verse 1]
Headlocks, we who puttin' this rap shit up in headlocks (Woah, woah)
Deadshot, he heard the ten rock, shit made his legs stop (Woah, woah)
I will not fall victim or play with no man (Woah, woah)
We was worse, my brother seen the hearse, said, "Fuck it," called it God's plot (Woah, woah)
Still me, just a lil' more knots, I guess I'm overheat (Woah, woah)
Fuck me 'til I'm tired and fall asleep, wake up, get somethin' to eat (Woah, woah)
Only me and my Reaps, or course, you know my squad reap (Woah, woah)
Young 8 'nem was dangerous, we had glizzies, postin' all week (Woah, woah)
This life ain't no game, once you start bangin', this shit all week (Woah, woah)
Post up, I be hangin' all while I can't indulge in danglin' (Woah, woah)
Caught his first one, told him frame, he robbin' shit, but it wasn't all sweet (Woah, woah)
She might suck me nice, my favorite GOAT, but I can't stand sleep (Woah, woah)
Lay me down in my bed, if I snitch, somebody lay me down (Woah, woah)
Take it all back, know I'm good, I ain't never gon' rat, if I would, I'll kill me now (Woah, woah)
Get more los and camp on 'em 'til he come out, we ain't come here to not get wild (Woah, woah)
Drac' on a mission, I'm knowin' this dangerous rounds, I ain't come here to not get loud (Woah, woah)
Off, I'm sellin' fiends the hardest off, it don't matter, they trip me out (Woah, woah)
We set it off, we the first ones jump the 'Hawk, we ain't known to be playin' around (Woah, woah)
This shit raw, if a **** say turn me off, got it on me, just playin' a foul (Woah, woah)
I'm way too hard for the industry, but they ain't get me when I speak out (Woah, woah)
What the fuck do he mean?
I guess he ain't think it was real 'til he got peeled, we up, DOA (Woah, woah)
You talk off of Triller and all your real clout, put wood in face (Woah, woah)
I can't sit in my hood, they spicy as fuck and the pigs, they'll know my face (Woah, woah)
I guess I can't cry about none of these bitches, they feelin' me literally every new state (Woah, woah)
I guess it ain't wrong, we took what a **** was eatin', how he gon' survive without no plate? (Woah, woah)
I'll bring 'em out with them members, but, nah, I ain't takin' 'em on no dates (Woah, woah)
I guess I done did too much at a young age, it ain't that much in my way (Woah, woah)
I just be goin' to work, I don't sit up in church, so you know I wasn't sayin' my grace, but I'm tryna pray (Woah, woah)
Tryna dodge a fed sentence, I don't wanna die up in jail, I'm way too hard (Woah, woah)
We'll leave his dreads twisted, two shot out the 10, loose up his locks (Woah, woah)
This was 'posed to been here, I been grindin', I do this a lot (Woah, woah)
This shit ain't no skit, he play with foenem, switch a tiny box (Woah, woah)
Too many rumors around my name 'cause all these thots (Woah, woah)
Don't trust hoes, lil' bro, they quick to fuck off they emotions and that'll get somebody shot (Woah, woah)
Don't read the blogs about me, tell 'em to eat my cock (Woah, woah)
And I been steppin' on shit with my feet, feelin' comfortable, ho, I'm in high-top Crocs (Woah, woah)
Just do it 'til I say stop
[Chorus]
At any given chance, we gon' drench the man (Woah, woah)
Only got one hat, the fuck is that? You ain't no drencher then (Woah, woah)
This bitch gettin' in V Live with all these hoes, just bring my **** in (Woah, woah)
Pattin' his pockets down, if he not one of mine, can't bring his pistol in (Woah, woah)
Thumbin' through racks, R.I.P. to lil' Do It, he checked, I'll never forget my mans (Woah, woah)
He used to come as a threat, he was ready to press, any time, he'll sic a man (Woah, woah)
No dog, but shorty a dog when he holdin' the yawk, wintertime, he the Christmas man (Woah, woah)
They ain't know I ain't believe that much in a God, why I got scriptures then? (Woah, woah)
[Outro]
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Written by: Benjamin Abrahami, Christopher Mosley Jr., Cyrick Palmer, Lucas Depante, Malcolm Lawson-Stribling
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