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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YFG FATSO
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Mosley Jr.
Lyrics
Trevion Turner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CudaYouMadeThis
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, come on
Yeah, you know how we comin', we spaz (Cuda, you made this?)
Yeah, it's me and the 17 in here
I got Fredo on the couch and shit, you know how that go, though
[Chorus]
I may cap with that shit, 'posed to cap when I'm done with her, I bet you feel that shit (Come on)
I got a Micro when I'm gettin' out, you gon' die, you get shot, you gon' feel that shit (Grrah, grrah)
Don't send nobody you love on no mission to door me, lil' bro, I'm gon' kill that bitch (Gon' kill that bitch)
All black suit, all black hearse, you talkin' it hard, we gon' kill that shit (Come on, come on)
Can't even shoot who I want, foenem know I'ma stop it, don't try, I'll still'll switch (Spazz, spazz)
How many shots y'all want? I'm in here by the bar, high as fuck, I'm just givin' them shit
**** be fucked up 'bout these hoes, I don't why, I'm still gon' hit her (I'm still gon' fuck)
Tell the police get off my case, racks in the safe, drugs in the dealin' (Come on)
[Verse 1]
You don't wanna catch no hundred, I got this shit with my eyes closed, who could match? (Hundred K)
We turn **** to puns, card game, put the whole nine to his flesh
I got a lag fifty in the Dior bag, just landed, fresh off a jet (I'm fresh off a plane)
I got eighty with all these chains, two hundred in watches and your bitch wet (I made her a lil' wet)
I done drove multiple cars, favorite one outside the Track', Keyanna came 'Vette (Skrrt)
My mama son a star, shine bright, he put the whole Princeton on the map (I put it on the map)
You wanna make a lil' somethin', come see what I'm doin', get in with a **** like Fat (Get in with a **** like me)
I ain't finna go out without no bang, why you think this Micro across my lap?
I think it's Fatso for president, give me the key to the world, I'ma free those stuck (Unlock my bros)
You've been a L, you irrelevant, only the **** who don't know bringin' you up
**** want drama about these bitches, I just let her get 'em, I ain't playin' tough
I make a call to one of my dogs, it'll be a second and somethin' get touched (Let's get it)
Gotta get back in the field, rappin' and stackin' them Benjis gave me a lil' rush (I've been rushin' to shoot)
Lil' brother thirsty to kill, told him slow down, he crashin', mad for nothin' (His ass'll do it)
Heard he was dissin' about my members, he just got caught, who gassed him up? (Who gassed him up?)
We make a **** day, could go any way, we was down, **** laughed at us (Come on)
[Chorus]
I may cap with that shit, 'posed to cap when I'm done with her, I bet you feel that shit (I bet you gon' feel it)
I got a Micro when I'm gettin' out, you gon' die, you get shot, you gon' feel that shit (Boy, I bet he gon' feel it)
Don't send nobody you love on no mission to door me, lil' bro, I'm gon' kill that bitch (Gon' kill that ho)
All black suit, all black hearse, you talkin' it hard, we gon' kill that shit (Come on, come on, come on)
Can't even shoot who I want, foenem know I'ma stop it, don't try, I'll still'll switch (Frr, frr)
How many shots y'all want? I'm in here by the bar, high as fuck, I'm just givin' them shit (I'm just givin' it up)
**** be fucked up 'bout these hoes, I don't why, I'm still gon' hit her (I'm still gon' fuck)
Tell the police get off my case, racks in the safe, drugs in the dealin', come on (Come on)
[Outro]
Yeah, come on, yeah
You know how the fuck, you know how the fuck we comin', come on
(Cuda, you made this?) Did that shit up, it's racks in the safe
They didn't even pay him to drill
Written by: Christopher Mosley Jr., Trevion Turner