Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
NEMS
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cartune Beatz
Composer
Travis Doyle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cartune Beatz
Producer
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Iight we rollin’? Let’s get it.
Go fat boy!
Go fat boy!
GO! GO!
Go fat boy!
Go fat boy!
Go fat boy!
GO! GO!
Go fat boy!
Alright Alright Alright Alright Alrriiiighhttt
Alright Alright Alright Alright Alrriiiighhttt
Alright Alright Alright Alright Alrriiiighhttt
Its FUCK YA LYFE!
Buck (buck) yeah my shit don’t jam.
You better DUCK (duck) when this gun in my hand.
Don’t give a FUCK (fuck) who you think that I am.
You outta LUCK (luck) if you think you my man.
Nah you aint my man, homie you aint my man though.
Left shorty walking home going commando.
Big Hawk on my side just like Im Rambo.
Fuck Bitches get money that shit is Mando.
I be lit in them spots they say you can’t go!
You pussy leave you bleedin’ go get a tampo.
Add the n not again, you just a damn hoe.
That be fuckin’ crackheads inside the bando.
Highschool dropped out could count grams tho.
Mad guns on the corner right by the lamp pole.
Big truck all G’s mixed with the Camo.
And I’m too fat for a Lambo.
Go fat boy!
Go fat boy!
GO! GO!
Go fat boy!
Go fat boy!
Go fat boy!
GO! GO!
Go fat boy!
Alright Alright Alright Alright Alrriiiighhttt
Alright Alright Alright Alright Alrriiiighhttt
Alright Alright Alright Alright Alrriiiighhttt
Now Shorty you! YOU start rubbing your clit.
And shorty you, YOU start suckin' my dick.
And shorty you, YOU start touchin’ your tits.
Look around for another me he don’t exist.
Talk shit your face gets cut quick, from a razor laying in a bucket of piss.
Word to who? You aint fuckin’ wit this.
Cut the grass see snakes startin’ to hiss.
Big Mayor rule with an Iron Fist.
Cut the shit never trust a lying bitch.
Can’t afford no bottles you buying nips.
41 Presidential that’s on my wrist.
You be lyin’ every time you move your lips.
Mad pussy at 40 you joined the crips.
Wipe your nose like a cold put on the Vicks.
You a douga go get me a bag of chips!
And get me something to drink too matta fact’.
And bring back my mothafuckin’ change.
Stupid!
Go fat boy!
Go fat boy!
GO! GO!
Go fat boy!
Go fat boy!
Go fat boy!
GO! GO!
Go fat boy!
Alright Alright Alright Alright Alrriiiighhttt
Alright Alright Alright Alright Alrriiiighhttt
Alright Alright Alright Alright Alrriiiighhttt
Fat boyyyyyyyyy!
Written by: Cartune Beatz, Travis Doyle