Fat Shit

[Intro]
Glizzy what you cookin’ up?
Big Flock nigga, keep a Glock nigga
You already know how I rock nigga

[Verse]
I’m on the Max and I’m totin’ that fat shit
Bitch this a .308, this ain’t no Mac-10
Come to find .223s been havin’
Big Flock I live the life of a savage
2-3s shooting out, fully automatic
Ghost Glock with a switch, how that shit shoot if it’s plastic?
Put your nigga in a casket, daddy died I’m a bastard
I’m tryna kill nigga who tryna die?
Potato on the barrel, who wanna fry?
I shoot me the draco, I shoot forty fives
Kill a pussy nigga, they ain’t really got nine lives
I lost C Diddy, feel like I died nine times
He played me fifty, we shot him like nine times
We get him cooked like a stir fry
Dawg, he pull through in his Worldwide
Damn Lizzie, what you got cookin’ up?
I got me the glick and it cook ‘em up
Free all my dawgs cause the fеds keep on bookin’ em
Remembеr being in the feds and I took a muffin
Bruh showed red flags, I ain’t overlookin’ ‘em
Flo put his wrist in the pot and he uh
Flo put his fist in the pot, he right-hookin’ it, uh