Da Brand

[Intro: Fatt Loc]
Ahahaha
Ayy, I got a lot of y'all fuck niggas mad (I'm talkin' 'bout a lot of y'all fuck niggas mad)
Ayy, no, for real though
DME shit, I'm talkin' 'bout big DME shit, on God

[Chorus: Fatt Loc]
Speak on the brand, we on your neck, you know it's murder for hire (Come here)
I'm in L.A., I send a blitz and throw the phone in the fire (He gone)
Ayy, bitch, we up and niggas mad, so tell 'em get off our dick (Fuck it)
Don't know why niggas actin' hard like I don't know you a bitch (A ho)

[Verse 1: Fatt Loc]
I watch you watchin', nigga, stay down, now you hatin' this shit
I got the call, they knock 'em off, we celebratin' this shit
I'm in the A up in the club, throwin' racks on your bitch (Ayy, throwin' racks on your bitch)
DME, we run the state, yeah, the whole gang rich (Ayy, yeah, the whole gang rich)
Trapper of the year, shh, I can't tеll you (No, I can't tell you)
We get 'еm in, we get 'em out, you ever seen hundred racks? (A hundred)
We on that Narcos shit, you ever filled your city with pack?
Have my lil' hitter laid out on you just to take off your hat (Come here)

[Chorus: Fatt Loc]
Speak on the brand, we on your neck, you know it's murder for hire (Come here)
I'm in L.A., I send a blitz and throw the phone in the fire (He gone)
Ayy, bitch, we up and niggas mad, so tell 'em get off our dick (Pussy)
Don't know why niggas actin' hard like I don't know you a bitch (A ho)

[Verse 2: Blacc Zacc]
Like they don't know who the G.O.A.T
Bitch, you put on the four
I can't go like no snitch, and I can't go like no ho
When I was down on my dick, I told [?], "Let's roll"
We found a plug with a pitch and sent them 'bows down the road
What happened to that boy? Shh, I can't talk about that
This dirty business, dirty money, bitch, I'm standin' on that
I be in my own lane, why they hatin' on Blacc?
I guess it's 'cause these diamond chains, these diamond rings and these racks
Go make a post, do a diss, ayy, go 'head, do your shit
I heard you plottin', bet' not miss, bitch, I stay on defense
.223, .556 and it barely got kick
Twenty racks to get you hit, bitch, you ain't even worth a brick!

[Chorus: Fatt Loc]
Speak on the brand, we on your neck, you know it's murder for hire (Come here)
I'm in L.A., I send a blitz and throw the phone in the fire (He gone)
Ayy, bitch, we up and niggas mad, so tell 'em get off our dick (Pussy)
Don't know why niggas actin' hard like I don't know you a bitch (A ho)