Now we start Bacardi, now we Central Cee
Now we Fatt Fox, now we Davido
You know? Now we go up
You wanna go viral?
You wanna go viral?
Then come meet Brazi Blue Cheese
No capatron
I got rich hoes tryna call a nigga by they real name (Uh)
Still in the streets, so I know when the labels tryna run game (Sss, woah)
Still got K's by the fences, still got K's by the garbage
Tap on the trigger, nigga
Empty the fuckin' clip, he got static, D-thang
It's a hard knock life in this shit
Nigga, I almost lost my life to this shit
I'm obsessed with a bitch, went through her followers
She was following 'Bagg, I was finna loaf the bitch
I know you heard before I got famous, I had a pound to my name
Now when you see me, I'm spendin' my whole fuckin' profit on Moncler coats and shit
I know you got the message, when you at my name on anything, it's a clip (Huh)
First year rapping, I done got me a plaque off "Get Back," I really can chill (Ha)
First six months in the game, I done scraped up me two mil'
Walk in the store, them hoes be like, "What the fuck, that's him"
Damn, I made it
I drive bitches crazy, hit 'em up, then we skated
Better not graze him
I just signed a nigga in the penitentiary for some commissary to my label
I'm in that 'Yami with a bitch from the Bronx
I be lovin' her, but then I hate her (Shh)
I ain't gon' sit here and lie, when she get that dick, she go viral
I ain't movin' slimey no more, I got five men ready to die 'bout it
That's just how I move, but across the world, I got a million that's gon' bust some fire 'bout me
And that's just how I'm comin'
I'm real rare, fuck uncommon
My opps constantly droppin' disses, they ain't get the message
I make homies kill homies
For blue cheese, boxes gon' hit you in the stomach
Call collect, get your money
That was just for a five, nigga, they'll take out a hospital if I give 'em a hundred
Don't take me serious, I'm just rappin'
Won't take me serious, I'm just cappin'
I don't even know how niggas disappear, I call it Fatt Fox magic
This for the have and the have nots
Fox'nem come and take over your spot
I treat all the junkies how I treat the guys, they love me a lot
He got faced for a blue, nigga, I signed a bitch look like Chrisean Rock
At the top of this bag is nothing but hundreds
At the top of the penthouse, it's the Fox
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