INTRO

VERSE 1

I’m not a player, I just crush a lot

A lot more than when I had a fuckin’ muffin top

Since I was young they would call me husky or call me chubby

And trust me, we used to struggle but I was never hungry

I played football with the older kids ‘cause I was fat

I played lineman in college blew out my fuckin’ back

I had a way with the ladies since like my Freshman year

The dining hall was popping off, they was everywhere

When they came over to cuddle I was their Teddy Bear

But after Senior year, I couldn’t get the derriere

Damn, How much a membership at Gold’s cost?

I’m ‘bout to go hard with low-carb

Cardio, treadmill, treadmill, elliptical

Getting physical, I got some Polo shit to fit into

Them mediums, I got to fit ‘em, Fuck a slow metabolism

I’m a put that food away, I’m a hit these 2-a-days

Whatever it takes to get them abs

I’m a be a slim asshole ‘cause nice guys finish last

HOOK

Ahh Yeah, Yeah

That’s that heartbreak again and again

And that’s the kind of shit to make a fat boy slim, uh

VERSE 2

I remember you was on the track team, you had a vicious physique

I was letting myself go and started getting obese

Now you want to vacation out in Miami Beach

I’ll be the only one at The W rocking a tee

‘Cause I don’t want my man titties out in front of everybody

I swear I’m getting ripped and I’m a stunt on everybody

‘Cause I’m sick of bad bitches with the Spring Break body

Sweating wack niggas flexing at the fucking day party

If you ask me how I really lost the weight to be specific

Broke and broken-hearted man that shit is like a sickness

‘Cause I though I was in love but I knew I had it twisted

When her Momma bough me a pedometer for Christmas

See this plate of grilled chicken with the Whiskey beside it

That’s the kind of shit you eat, you on that heartbreak dieat

So I lost a-hundred pounds, still couldn’t get with her

‘Cause she said your body nicer but your head way bigger, Nigga

…Damn

HOOK

Ahh Yeah, Yeah

That’s that heartbreak again and again

And that’s the kind of shit to make a fat boy slim, uh

BRIDGE

Look, I’m saying this to say that your weight ain't your worth

Tip the motherfuckin’ scale, put that hate in reverse

They hate when they can’t carry their own weight

They hate when they can’t carry their own weight

‘Cause you could put in all the effort but it’s really not impressive

If your ego’s overweight and your soul’s anorexic

That’s that heartbreak again and again

And that’s the kind of shit to make a fat boy slim, uh

HOOK