Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fletchy2Fat
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Marion Fletcher
Lyrics
Cedwood
Arranger
Scufficer
Arranger
Lyrics
The fuck do you mean
He makin millis off rappin he hot as a hunnit degrees
Chasin the green
I got some homies that’s trappin finessin and serving them fiends
I’m in the lead
Used to be curvin me now they ain’t no bitch that’s outta my league
This shit is a breeze
I ain’t a rat but I promise to God imma get to the cheese
The fuck do you mean
I ain’t no killa but fw my fam and we makin em bleed
Can’t fw you fleas
Can’t be around em too long or I’m sick I might catch a disease
I do decree
Shawty give brain like she just finished college and got a degree
I’m smokin on trees
Sippin on maple im covered in ice like I played for the leafs
I got the keys
Im so invested in this shit i swear to God we finna squeeze
Cold as a sneeze
Fletchy up next in this bitch bout to bring the whole game to its knees
Run with some g’s
We in that wagon, that shit that you whipping is prolly a lease
You best believe
The pack it just touched down in Nola, I bet I’mma throw it like Brees
I swing that Mercedes like nunchucks
Shawty backin it up like a dump truck
Yo bitch stay givin brain you a dumb fuck
See you had a lil buzz it was dumb luck
Get them racks I been runnin my funds up
We been standing on biz till the sun up
Way ahead these pussies I’m one up
You’s a bitch but you also a son of
Damn
Get the residuals
This shit is Biblical
Fletchy2Fat need to hit the elliptical
Went to the doctor and hit on the nurse and now she got me dropping my pants for the physical
Fw my money and i gotta cut a bitch off like some scissors i gotta get rid of you
Fletchy a boss i go straight up the ladder i hit ceo ‘fore I finish the interview
The fuck do you mean
He makin millis off rappin he hot as a hunnit degrees
Chasin the green
I got some homies that’s trappin finessin and serving them fiends
I’m in the lead
Used to be curvin me now they ain’t no bitch that’s outta my league
This shit is a breeze
I ain’t a rat but I promise to God imma get to the cheese
The fuck do you mean
I ain’t no killa but fw my fam and we makin em bleed
Can’t fw you fleas
Can’t be around em too long or I’m sick I might catch a disease
I do decree
Shawty give brain like she just finished college and got a degree
I’m smokin on trees
Sippin on maple im covered in ice like I played for the leafs
We high as Mike jumpin
He try us might slump em
Steve Austin type stunner
Keep piling that money
Wide body like hummer
im hot as 5 summers
I’m fly as no other
Y’all cleaning UP gutters
Written by: Andrew Marion Fletcher