Say Phat!

[Intro]
The flyest DJ on the East coast, D-D-DJ Phat
(If you ain't rockin' with DJ Phat, who the fuck are you?)
(We in this—rock, rock—rockin' with, rockin' with)
You ain't got no DJ Phat exclusives? Heh, hold on, drop it-

[Chorus]
I just pierced my fuckin' lip (Yeah), I can't even speak, yeah (Sheesh)
I just popped a fuckin' Addy (Say what?), bitch, I'm tryna geek, yeah (What? What?)
I got bad bitch on me, yeah, bad bitch on me geeked, yeah (Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up)
I got Blood bitch on me, yeah, already know she was a freak, yeah (Ay Phat, what's goin', what's goin' slatt)

[Verse 1]
I told Phat let's drop this shit (Let's do it, let's do it)
I'm finna rock-out bitch (D-D-DJ Phat), told these niggas "Moshpit" (Say what?)
She ain't got no BBL but my bitch still thick (Say what?)
I ain't no Blood but I bang the Five, lil' bitch I'm mobbin' (Slatt)
Yeah, slatt, yeah (D-D-DJ)
Yeah, slatt, yeah (D-D-DJ Phat)
I was on a drill but I roll with my bitch, I was tryna get some money (No cap), yeah
I got a bad ahh ho tryna fuck me, she tryna fuck-fuck-fuck me, yeah
I don't give a fuck 'bout none this shit, 'cause I got a K if ya' lucky (Say what?)
I'm sippin' on drank, goddamn this bubbly, I hide that shit in my curtain, yeah
I got a bad bitch in Tokyo (What?), she tryna pull up and suck me, yeah (Slatt)
Bad bitch know that a young nigga pretty (Damn, DJ Phat), no, I ain't never been ugly, yeah (Bodyslam, slatt)
I just cheated on my bitch, but she still gon' love me, yeah (Wow, wow)

[Chorus]
I just pierced my fuckin' lip (Yeah), I can't even speak, yeah (Sheesh)
I just popped a fuckin' Addy (Say what?), bitch, I'm tryna geek, yeah (What? What?)
I got bad bitch on me, yeah, bad bitch on me geeked, yeah (Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up)
I got Blood bitch on me, yeah, already know she was a freak, yeah (Aye Phat, what's goin'?)

[Verse 2]
What's goin? (Yeah)
Hug me and ask how I feel, shawty (Ask how I feel shawty), yeah
My ho bad she thick, damn, my ho she got some bodies (Say what?)
I just pierced my face, my ears, goddamn I'm feelin' gnarly (What?)
I'm just smokin' gas, I'm geeked up like Bob Marley (Fuck goin')
Shit, Bob Marley (Fuck goin')
Shit, Bob Marley (Fuck goin')
I got hoes, yeah, I don't know why these hoes call me (What you talkin' 'bout?)
All these hoes call me (Slatt)
All these hoes call me (No cap)
I just might ball on a bitch-ass nigga, goddamn I feel like Spalding (Eugh, eugh)

[Outro]
(We in this—rock, rock—rockin' with, rockin' with)
(What you talkin' 'bout, the fuck you talkin' 'bout, the fuck you talkin' 'bout)
Slatt, slatt