Rolling my weed

Smoking my smoke

Big 4-0

Swear by the tone

Roll with your bitch

Smoke with my clique

She all on my dick

I know I'm the shit

They call me Fat Trel, skip over the jail

Mother-fuck the cell

I just pay the bail

I just pay the bond. (muah)

I just pay your Mom. (muah)

I just payed for five arms to spray up the prom. (baow!)

How I get it

Live it how it's written

Lovely how I spit it

Money never trick it

Bitches always get it

Pussy never split it

How I get with it

See you when I miss it

And I love to twerk, smoke a lot of purp

All my bitches, all my bitches love to work.(muah)

Perfect, fuckin' nurses

You worthless, I'm walking shirtless. (baow!)

With a 30 on me

Got 'bout 30 on me

You don't want it homie

Got 'bout 30 on me

And I'm real high

G Star fly

Call me Fat Gleesh

Fat Popeye. (baow!)

Call me Fat Trel. (baow!)

Skip over the jail. (baow!)

Fuck the cell. (baow!)

Just count the mail. (baow!)

Just pay the bail. (baow!)

Dolo what you know. (baow!)

4 nights, good weed, backwood smoke.(baow!)

Oochie Wally Mami

She fuckin' Oochie

She fuckin' Trel

We eating sushi

I'm eating coochie

Shell trife

Me, I need your wife

And I need her tonight

I need her with ice

And Rose

And Bombay

Gin, and watch me gets it in.(muah)

Phone he know my man

No he not my friend

Phone short me, that's the SB

Car shade, that's the SG

Roll 'round with Boosa

Boosa be my shooter. (baow!)

Boosa got a Ruger. (baow!)

Clip look like the ruler. (baow!)

Aimed at your medulla. (baow!)

You don't want work. (baow!)

We don't want problems

We just want the purp

I just want your bitch

Lift up her skirt

Fuck me like she love me

Although I'm ugly

Although I'm dirty, still walk with 30's. (baow!)

Still smoking ounces

I'm with the mountains

I'm with the trees, give her what she needs

She say she need me, that's Fat Gleesh

She say she need weed, with no seeds

She say she need Sprite, she need lean

She say she needs molly, she needs beans

She say she need a dream, she need a team

She say she needs some shows, need some shirts

She say she needs clothes, she need a hearse

Cause I killed, murked, and I'm smoking purp

Goons still lurk

Boosa still twerk

Call 'em Bam-Bams or call 'em, grams

Watch out for your bags, look out for your man

Look out for your mother, lie for your brother. (baow!)

Die for your man, make 'em understand. (baow!)

Motherfuck the judge, walk with a grudge

Walking with a 40 and I'm walking with a mug

Walking 'round with drugs, two quarts

It's real life, fuck what you thought

It's Fat Trel, it's Fat Gleesh

I'm north-east

We E-Street

Hey Bam-Bams, we SB

Do what we want

Fuck who we want

Say what we want

Smoke what we want

Drink what we want

Blink if you want. (baow!)

You gon' die

My niggas gon' ride

Your homicide look like suicide

When are you gon' realize?

That Fat Trel certified, that's why my Twitter verified

I never lie

I never play. (baow!)

All I did was fry. (baow!)

See you the team, but I'm the coach

I call the plays

I sell the coke

I make the dope

I'm smoking smoke

I'm drinking drink

I love to toke

So fuck you mean?

My whip clean

It's not mines, it came from 45

Shovel fuckin' road, that's to leave you stowed

Bitch you know I roll, smoking Nova Scotia

Drinking on some potion

Call that shit La Poach

And her skin soft, that's a good lotion

And you not strokin', strokin'

And she let me poke it

And the beat gone, but the beat not open