Crtz Baby

[Intro]
Yeah, uh
SOS
It's Fat Neat
(Bari on the track)

[Verse]
If he talkin' like he crazy, we gon' drop him like a tune
Man down, get 'em gone, we gon' do that shit for Hou
If I ain't breakin' down a brick, then I'm rapping in the booth
I payed five bands for a stick, but four hundred for the shoes
I put a bag up on your head, I bet my younging, he gon' shoot
Yeah, you know I'm tryna win and I ain't really scared to lose
Fat Neat really takin' chances, buy a brick and make it vanish
And you know I'm SOS, free my crodie KSavage
Free them steppers out the cage
Would they make these on the range?
If you say you from the 'Town, I bet they cut you in the face
First day out, I did the race
Smokin' Sluggah to the face
Yeah, I love the game like Mitch, but I can't go out like I'm Ace
I be feelin' like I'm Weegy everytime I re-up
I told Tallup in the cell, "Watch when we free up"
Told him, "We gon' either make it with the rap or the trap"
Shoutout to my brother Robin, yeah, he put me on the map
TT Gang, I got the tat, I don't even gotta act
Fat Neat really gonna blow, you ain't even gotta ask
You get left up in the past, tryna play with the set
Y'all was playing basketball when we was playing with a TEC
Tying niggas up for ransom, I was really on that
I used to try to serve my neighbor 'cause I heard he on crack
I used to try to sell weed, but that shit never worked
Crodie put that switch on for me, I'ma make that bitch twerk
Man, I really miss the cros, the ones lying in the dirt
Me and Robin on a track, that's like Lil Baby and Durk
Put your ass up on a shirt, put your ass up on a tee
I was raised up in the Courtz, but I was trappin' on the G
I was throwin' up the 3, that shit everything to me
Yeah, I do this for my bro, you know anything for G
You know anything for H
Free them shooters out the cage
I used to pray about these days when I was locked up on the range

[Outro]
No cap, nigga
Came home perfect timing, nigga
Shoutout the members, nigga
Wass Gang, nigga
Huh, SOS
Burrr