Fatty Fatty

ダディどすこいわっしょい ピーポ ピーポ 西山 ダディ ダディ 西山 ダディ ダディ Yeah, yeah, uh Got her saying "Daddy daddy ayy" She like how I fuck her got her sayin' "Ay ay ay" Ay she like how I fuck her got her saying "Daddy daddy" (daddy) We put opps in big 'Woods this bitch a fatty-fatty I know bro gon' spin before he diss 'cause he a real killer (real killer) Only hang with real niggas (real niggas) Two three gon' bang you touch the chain This bitch gon' sing like Bryson Tiller (sing sing) Fuck a graveyard I'll put a dead opp in a pothole (pothole) Man get your friend hate chopped hoes (chopped hoes) Never been to hell I got close In that jail I was eating nachos Any nigga tried to try woulda got knocked out With a motherfucking three piece nugget (three shit) I like to keep me a button, freak bitch she like to keep on fuckin' Hell nah don't stop keep on suckin' Nobody I'm trustin' I really be thuggin' I fuck around tweak bang out my cousin Catch me a five I'm tapping his muffin Know how I get, I don't go back and forth with nobody I like the end of discussion (end of discussion) I just got a bankroll (bankroll) My left wrist it stay froze (stay froze) Get mad whenever the bank closed You not like that nigga hang it up (hang it up) I miss my bitch no I can't get enough Spin the block in the truck it's like two thousand shots When you runnin' to us (running to us) No murder for hire but I get shit touched (get shit touched) When you fuckin' with me bae know it's a plus He tried to spin in his whip but we shot off his tires Dumbass should've been a little faster (dumbass) Get a opp gone ba ba bitch I'm tryna turn his fat ass to lil Casper(bye bye) Aye catch a nigga at the light, four cars deep You know his ass was boxed (we know his ass was boxed) I told them "Give it to me you ain't no shooter Lil' bro better pass that Glock" (pass that shit) Keep me a backpack for my strap Most of the time it's in my lap (it's in my lap) Boy this flat back get shit wrapped Lil' bro like to snatch that 'Cat no rap (no rap) Swear I hate a bitch that don't care when she wrong Hoe got some nerve (hoe got some nerve) If she don't eat dick then when we go out I can't pay for hers (I can't pay for shit) Ay, she like how I fuck her got her sayin' "Daddy daddy" (daddy, daddy) We put opps in big 'Woods this bitch a fatty-fatty I know bro gon' spin before he diss 'cause he a real killer (real killer) Only hang with real niggas Two three gon' bang you touch the chain This bitch gon' sing like Bryson Tiller (sing sing) Keep me a backpack for my strap most of the time it's in my lap (in my lap) Boy this flat back get shit wrapped Lil' bro like to snatch that 'Cat no rap (no rap) Swear I hate a bitch that don't care when she wrong Hoe got some nerve (hoe got some nerve) If she don't eat dick then when we go out I can't pay for shit (I can't pay for nothin') On3 I can't pay for nothin' fuck wrong with that hoe, haha Mm mm give me a backpack for my strap Mm this flat back get shit wrapped, big B-A-K