Fatwoodz

[Intro]
Phew, phew, phew
Hah, 187 shit
Yeah, man, that real homicide
You know what the fuck goin' on
Aye, for the one time

[Verse]
Stop with this rappin', niggas be cappin'
We tote the big guns under the mattress
Let him go have it
Yeah, my big homies done turned me to savage
You want the beef, we ain't no yoppa
You got a Glock? Well, I got a choppa
All in yo' house, yeah, we in yo' casa
Hit up the plug then he runnin', no problem
Young niggas like to play with the stick
You was in middle school tryna look rich
I was in the class, gettin' off scripts
Servin' yo' bitch, she off a hit, nigga
You don't wanna do this
You comin' up if you lookin' up to us
But I got a .40, it goin' right through ya'
Do not come near me like I already knew ya'
Niggas really fugazi
Bitches really want my baby
Life man, shit crazy
And we servin' crack like the 80's
Now the bitch can't change me
No nigga, can't play me
He catch a kick like I'm [?]
Don't fuck with niggas who lazy
But you already knew it
Send me the addy, my niggas go through it
.223's, what yo' body consumin'
Now he from a different hood, how you be movin'?
You not a gang banger
I be a chain taker
Now he be name-nameless
He hit the nae-nae, bruh
That be a john doe right on the floor
Uppin' the pole, I swear that he froze
I got control while I'm holdin' this rocket
Flexin' on Instagram, lil' nigga, stop it
Say you got guns, my nigga, then pop it
I got the FN, loaded then locked in
[?], we in and we out
Then i'm all in you house