(94 Fatso)

Hmmm

Aye aye ayeee

Hmmmmm

It’s young Fatso

I just hit a fuckin lick and I’m already hittin more

Hittin for them pounds, hittin for that dope

Steady grippin on that iron, 30 sticking up that pole

I’m on my fucking grind, I’m on my fucking toes

I just woke up fresh this morning and my heart already cold

Got that money on my mind, I’m already on the road

Watch that 40 hypnotized, I got you doin what I want

Smokin broccoli, rolling grabba leaf so I can cope, yea

Murda on his mind, a youngin traumatized

Blood all in his eyes, that youngin going blind

Steppin in that water but he living by that fire

Waiting for the blow cause he don’t know when he gon die

And I’m so caught up in this life

We running up on oppositions with that pipe

Them fuck ass snakes I trust nobody but my guys

Them niggas flaking I could tell it in they eyes

I just hit a fuckin lick and I’m already hittin more

Hittin for them pounds, hittin for that dope

Steady grippin on that iron, 30 sticking up that pole

I’m on my fucking grind, I’m on my fucking toes

I just woke up fresh this morning and my heart already cold

Got that money on my mind, I’m already on the road

Watch that 40 hypnotized, I got you doin what I want

Smokin broccoli, rolling grabba leaf so I can cope, yea

(94 Cbase)

I might just grab that 40 put it right to your face

I might just catch a opp, I might just do it everyday

Shawty drop that top cause she just wanna ride my wave

We livin in that fire, my niggas shoot, don’t hesitate

Clutchin on that 40, ima guarantee ya fate

Just like Rick and Morty, send you to a different place

I can’t hold no love for shorty, I can’t guarantee my trust

I can’t hold no love for shorty cause my heart already crushed

Baby why you said that you was mine ?

But your love was never consistent

I was reminiscing bout them hard times

But you couldn’t love me in the penitentiary

I was fuckin other bitches in line

Couldn’t learn how to love, I ain't wanna listen

All I told you all I wanted was the pipe

And baby you still let me hit it

(94 Fatso & 94 Cbase)

Baby why you said that you was mine ?

But your love was never consistent

I was reminiscing bout them hard times

But you couldn’t love me in the penitentiary