Fat Nick
Fat Nick
Fat Nick
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Fat Nick
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Fat Nick & Pouya
[Intro]
B-B-Big Los on the track, boy!
[Chorus]
Flexin' with your bitch, yeah, I know that I'm the shit (Skrr)
We're running through this shit, bitch, five digits on the check
Sippin' on the Tech, yeah, my kidneys with the shits (Hahaha)
Oh he want it, yeah he want it, oh he really, really want it
Flexin' with your bitch, yeah, I know that I'm the shit (Skrr)
We're running through this shit, bitch, five digits on the check
Sippin' on the Tech, yeah, my kidneys with the shits (Hahaha)
Oh he want it, yeah he want it, oh he really, really want it
[Verse 1]
Thirty forties poppin' now
Pinch you in your damn hometown
Can't pull out, I'm passing out
And wake me up, I'm stuntin' now (Skrr)
Beamer engine burning now
Swisher blunt some action now
Euro clothes, and I'ma smush and dick 'em down and kick 'em out
Smash, we gon' smash
Burning blunts, we don't smoke glass (Nah)
What you want? Smoking strong
Got your bitch down to her thong (Hahaha)
Windows down, choppers up
Greaser boy, you outta luck
We gon' catch you, light, ignite you
Rat ass bitch gon' look like Raichu
We don't duck, give no fucks, middle fingers up to cops
Blonde hair, I'm super drunk, hotboxing armored trucks
What you want? Looking dumb, jugg the trap, we do for fun
Pistols holding up your tongue
This dick gon' get your ho so sprung
Rolling through this shit, gon' got my bank out counterfeit (Skrr)
Got a fifth inside my Swisher, we finessin' out this shit
Camo'd down, I got my bitch, trappin', rappin' got me rich
If you with it then I'm with, let's go do some badass shit
Yes, I'm rich as shit (Yeah), my main hoe tweaking bitch (Bitch)
A thirty in the hammer, we gon' get this one all handled (Hahaha)
'Bout it, bitch, I said "let's go," downing Bailey's, moving slow
Pussy boy, I know you is, I really, really know you is
Never gave no fucks, dropped out ninth grade and now I'm global
Got a fifth inside my soda, switching lanes, I crash my Rover
And she geekin', yeah she geekin'
Why the fuck my bitch stay geekin'?
I'm the reason, been the reason, yeah, my bitch can't even see me
[Chorus]
Flexin' with your bitch, yeah, I know that I'm the shit (Skrr)
We're running through this shit, bitch, five digits on the check
Sippin' on the Tech, yeah, my kidneys with the shits (Hahaha)
Oh he want it, yeah he want it, oh he really, really want it
Flexin' with your bitch, yeah, I know that I'm the shit (Skrr)
We're running through this shit, bitch, five digits on the check
Sippin' on the Tech, yeah, my kidneys with the shits (Hahaha)
Oh he want it, yeah he want it, oh he really, really want it
[Verse 2]
My momma said, "stop juggin'," said she really, really worried
Threw herself a couple hundreds, now the shit a different story
Chewin Xans, been the man, fuck a bitch, can't trust no bitch
In my pockets, couple grand, in my Swisher, couples grams (Skrr)
Flexin' on a bitch, don't even let her suck my dick
Bathing Ape, it be my sweater, bloody ink on my love letter
If you try me, givin' medals, swear to God I'm going mental
Pussy rot, the mouth so gentle
Reynolds bitch, stay in your kennel (Hahahaha)
Thumper tucked, I'm in this shit
Breaking hearts, some dreamboat shit
Squad out when we stomp your shit
No time for shit, we taking shit
Twitter thuggin', what it do?
Just make one call, they out for you
Fifty shells, get stuck like glue
Can no bitch ever make me drool
Going up, no going down
I swear to God, we made it now
Trasher tees my Dapper dream
Oh, Satan won't you hang with me?
Wavy pussy, sailor's dream
Gone off lean, I slowly breathe
Model bitch, she fuck with me, I dog 'em raw, fuck STD's
Foogba was written by Fat Nick.
Foogba was produced by Big Los.
I was in the studio, and I’d recorded a song, and was like, “Fuck, what the fuck do I name it. Yo, Pouya, what do I name it?” and he was like, “Name it this.”
— interview with The Hundreds