In background of hook: {Hey, hey, hey, hey}

[Hook]

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre

Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre (I'm Mr. Fat Face)

I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre

Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre (I'm Mr. Fat Face)

I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)

[Verse 1]

I'm born and bred on that killer

They call it Front Street, know about it nigga

He work the concretes 'til break daylight

You see him post up in the cut, how many?

I ain't servin' nothin' but pure products

I spoke that raw, quote that slang, tote that thang

I'm talkin' 'bout I ain't stressin' nothing but pain

Keep the Cheverolet funked out

I ain't fuckin' witcha girl unless you all chonked out

I come through, tear that ass up

Whippin' wood grain and he all glassed up

You see him swervin' on some seventeen-nines

I'm Mr. F.F. Hundred say I'm right everytime

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Talk a dollar outta dime, drinkin' liq wit lime

Pull out sideways and leave these suckas from the line

Over time, like ten 'til, see 'em grin with the grill

Superclean see a gleam through the windsheild

It's everyday like the clock tick

Hit me with some super thick up in the cockpit

It's authentic, baby, you see the handstiched material

Workin' the original interior

Up in a coma, get he and Bean up out the trunk

I step on stage and get the whole place crunk

Always garuntee freind-shh y'all

You shoulda rocked the microphone to this, y'all

Yes sir, hold on, hold the dice

Set these down, then I'm gone

One more shot cause I'm on tonight

I shook another fifty-two

Now tell me what do they wants to do?

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I supply these motherfuckers with the right dosage

Now hear, bust it open, get it smokin', that's him

Sack it up and watch it jump out the gym

Shorty told you what it is when you come through here

This sucker emcee say he lookin' for me

Tell him, ain't nothin' nigga, is you the police

When I put the mic down they say they found residue

And the laws wanna charge me for verbal abuse

Blow smoke up out the roof, cause they ain't got no proof

Six-eights, skate Decatur, they ass through, I'm sayin'

Go getcha ass bread, ya undertsand

Man these niggas think I'm playin'

(Man they boy for real)

[Hook]

{*scratching*}

Five, deuce, four, tre

Shawt, shawty

(repeat to fade)