Fat Nigga

Lyrics

[Intro] Come on, GlockBoyz, nigga (Bang that shit) [Verse 1] Yeah, it sound good, but I ain't never seen you in action Niggas see me gettin' shot at on Live and started laughin' I wasn't runnin' from no shots, ran to the chop and got it brackin' I guess they really need some cash, they out here shakin' they ass like faggots And then y'all cliquin' up with dead niggas I'm in a clique that's full of dead niggas, that's how y'all tryna play it, nigga? Man, add them boys to the list of dead niggas Man, fully automatic Glock is entertainin' like Ced, nigga Not to mention y'all ain't never in the city, man, come get busy I heard peanut head always lookin' for Tez, he always with me I heard them other niggas, they wanna kill me, why they ain't did it? Niggas was cryin' like bitches, I thought that fat nigga wasn't livin' Niggas claim bodies they didn't drop, they didn't If he my dog, he killed your homie, and my mans gave him the alley-oop Nigga, if not, K never did what he did, I wouldn't have hurt himself The city open, we be feedin' niggas bullets, you don't want me to get to servin' you [Chorus] Man, that's facts, nigga They like, "Damn, he be back to back with it" Man, you know I got extra clips for this fat nigga [Verse 2] Man, niggas get to runnin' low and cliquin' up on they last Man, we don't speak on niggas who ain't here, we the reason they dead Man, I ain't never with a Glock, boy, less I'm runnin' with Tez Keep a chop, boy, tryna hit an opp boy right in his head Niggas comedians, they funnier than Kenan and Kel I ride around, two hundred rounds, plus money for mail Man, Master P, we 'bout it, 'bout it, nigga, chopper style too Niggas was happy Woo died, niggas mad I'm part two They shot at me, I'm still alive, you gon' be dead, we catch you See, you don't know, so I'ma tell you, we got them boys movin' swift Niggas know when they slip up, we shoot 'em right inside they shit Man, ain't no ones droppin' bodies I could call you got from Sprint She know he shot her nigga down, Dame couldn't get her off his dick Got twenty-three and this bitch came with a flash, who want a pic? (Who want a pic?) Nigga, I feel like shootin' somethin' Man, call the opps, tell them meet me on Plymouth and Hubbell Man, I want Ant, probably Peso, we got drums and money Feel like we finna go to the studio, we tryna drop somethin' Nigga, ayy, we tryna pop somethin' Shoot his ass up so many times, go call a doc' for him Nigga, play with him, lay with him, boy, I'll blow them socks for you Nigga, GlockBoyz'll turn the city up, man, give the opps [?] Beefin', I ain't never seen you out, man, with you, I had [?] Rappin' niggas stealin' on my name and say I'm lyin' Man fast breakin' niggas stayin' out the way just like LeBron Man, every day, them niggas DM me like fans, I get tired of it (I get tired of that shit) [Chorus] Man, that's facts, nigga They like, "Damn, he be back to back with it" Man, you know I got extra clips for this fat nigga