Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, uh SOS It's Fat Neat (Bari on the track) [Verse] If he talkin' like he crazy, we gon' drop him like a 2 Man down, get 'em gone, we gon' do that shit for Hou If I ain't breakin' down a brick, then I'm rapping in the booth I payed five bands for a stick, but four hundred for the shoes I put a bag up on your head, I bet my younging, he gon' shoot Yeah, you know I'm tryna win and I ain't really scared to lose Fat Neat really takin' chances, buy a brick and make it vanish And you know I'm SOS, free my crodie KSavage Free them steppers out the cage Would they make these on the range? If you say you from the 'Town, I bet they cut you in the face First day out, I did the race Smokin' Sluggah to the face Yeah, I love the game like Mitch, but I can't go out like I'm Ace I be feelin' like I'm Weegy everytime I re-up I told Tallup in the cell, "Watch when we free up" Told him, "We gon' either make it with the rap or the trap" Shoutout to my brother Robin, yeah, he put me on the map TT Gang, I got the tat, I don't even gotta act Fat Neat really gonna blow, you ain't even gotta ask You get left up in the past, tryna play with the set Y'all was playing basketball when we was playing with a TEC Tying niggas up for ransom, I was really on that I used to try to serve my neighbor 'cause I heard he on crack I used to try to sell weed, but that shit never worked Crodie put that switch on for me, I'ma make that bitch twerk Man, I really miss the cros, the ones lying in the dirt Me and Robin on a track, that's like Lil Baby and Durk Put your ass up on a shirt, put your ass up on a tee I was raised up in the Courtz, but I was trappin' on the G I was throwin' up the 3, that shit everything to me Yeah, I do this for my bro, you know anything for G You know anything for H Free them shooters out the cage I used to pray about these days when I was locked up on the range [Outro] No cap, nigga Came home perfect timing, nigga Shoutout the members, nigga Wass Gang, nigga Huh, SOS Burrr