One Take

(Fatt ayy)
Fatt (ayy)
Aye Fatt
Tell me how these niggas mad?
When I ain't never hold my hand
To these bitches, I be rude, I refuse to be your man
I'm the one, pop this xan, treat the blunt
I can't stand, I sip lean with my lunch
Up in (?...), I spent a bunch
Bitch this high tech that I'm sippin', but it look like a fruit punch
Made me spaz and now I'm trippin' now I'm doin' way to much
If you need me bitch I got you if you @ me in that clutch
In mobile gun from russia, spin my crib
Niggas think she sweet, ima run out the house bussin'
When the fuck you call me lacking
If I ain't in the world, I'm clutching
Give a fuck about the location, where you play I'm gon' dump it
I'm the hardest the city, my nuts hang like I'm a monkey
Bro go ape shit, I go dankin
Ain't no nigga gon take nothing
Nigga behind this tmk shit, it's some serious repercussions
One the phone don't discus it
I'm out my body
Lose my mind from bein a junkie
If i pull up, then we fucking, if we dont i block your number
Hearing words up in the wind, they want me killed and put me under
"Is these niggas really lyin and tellin lies?", sometimes I wonder
Bitch, the ball up in my hand, and im gon score it before I fumble