[YTB Fatt & Rob49]
Uh (Yeah)
4, give me the money counter right there (Big 49, big 4GOD)
Alright, uh, uh-uh (Vulturize, VV's up 'til I freeze up, fall up 'til I go)
Right there (Uh)
Uh, nigga
[YTB Fatt]
Nigga, this cheese I'm touchin' right now, your brother'll kill your brother for it
If they know I was in this fuckin' trap, the Feds would come and swarm it
I already know they heard about me, piss 'em, them foxes comin'
Nigga, my city know 'bout me, they know I'm keepin' that dope comin'
[Rob49]
Yeah, nigga, this cheese I'm gettin' right now, your brother'll kill your brother for it (Yeah)
Niggas be talkin' that killer shit on them songs, but they ain't never slump nothin' (Yeah)
Unc 'nem be in the trap, ain't choppin' rocks, they play with Fentanyl (Yeah)
Pop one 'fore my day start, lil' bro hittin' shit like Adolf
[Rob49 & YTB Fatt]
Hmm, Fat tell me, "How you feel", shit, we was just in the hood before the deal (Yeah)
They whack my auntie before my deal, don't ask me shit, I'm ready to kill
I can't see these niggas in the store, I don't wanna see these niggas no more
Can't even see these niggas at the playoff game, I'll slam somethin' on the floor
Woah, nigga (Nigga)
Nigga, just like Ja, nigga
Fat sayin' he don't want the ho, told him, "Send her here, nigga, I'll hit her" (Uh-huh)
Last nigga played with this shit, huh, they saw a hospital
He gotta take a shit in a bag, that's how that Glock did him
[Rob49 & YTB Fatt]
Yeah (Yeah), them blue hundreds gon' make her pop pussy (Yeah)
Mad my uncle locked up, but I'm glad 'cause he's a real menace (Yeah)
Just spent forty thousand on my mouth, bitch can't talk to me (Yeah)
Fuck gettin' him killed, we buyin' 'em in cars, they don't know who did it (Yeah, ayy, skrrt)
Bitch, two-hundred on my neck, nigga ain't playin' no games, you play with check (Yeah)
Ho better come correct, nigga, I'll give you ten, tell me where they at
Nigga, I'ma shoot for three, wherever you catch him drop, I'll triple that
Pluggin' hard, she let me eat it, ho, that's a million dollar neck
Haha, huh, on my mama, nigga
Hundred thousand dollar cars at the white house, fat fox, Obama
Uh, I'm 49, Obama, whippin' the Lamb' truck like a Honda, huh (Skrrt)
Bitch, I'm out my body like an exorcism, I'm feelin' godly (Yeah)
[Rob49]
Uh, shake somethin', shake somethin', shake somethin', shake somethin'
Pussy-ass nigga, come shake somethin' (Pussy-ass nigga, come shake somethin')
I been pushin' pounds, weight out of town, I done got my weight up, nigga (Yeah)
Flyin' bitches out, you can bring your friend, shit, I don't give no fucks (Yeah)
Niggas ain't eatin', As-Salaam-Alaikum to my Islam partners (Skrrt)
[Rob49]
Hmm (Hmm), shit, bust sound like a firin' (Hmm)
Unc' be in that kitchen all day whippin' so hard, he broke his hand (Hmm)
Tellin' him when you in that kitchen (Skrrt), don't forget to wear your mask (Yeah)
He say, "4, go take a five (Five)", and if I'm tryna make 'em, stretch
[Rob49]
Hmm
No cap, beat up 'til I freeze up, man
They know what it is, man, loaf
Bro, what niggas talking 'bout? We get more loaf than the , then the bread
Man, fuck you niggas talking 'bout bread crumbs?
Man, we get it, for real, man
Feel like , feel like Birdman in 1999, man, no cap
Big bosses
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