Mr. Fantastic (feat. FMF Mike P.)
Fatha Ferg
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I’m the realist nigga outta Buffalo since McDoo Walk up on me and I’ll show you what that mac a do Load it, cock it, bang it on u like Shaq would do Put a hole in yo ass, I see right thru you Put a couple in yo casket cause it ain’t no sequel Got you blowing in the wind like nigga I feel you Had him lookin like a peppermint under dem white covers Leakin next to his mans you can call them blood brothers Slappin niggaz up, even tho the friendship a lie Carrying a big 10, before I buck his eye You Bitch ass nigga, you a pussy motherfucker You ain’t nutin in this world, even wit a rubber I pac 12 Trojans cause i'm banging it lik DeRozan His girl, I wrapped her so I can spur the moment Nigga was actin tough cause he build lik Tyson I paid 400 for this glock and he think we fightin Cause he thought he was slick Thought he was fuckin wit a bitch So I let a nigga have it til I had empty clip I’m the 1 lik Neo So sick lik Neyo Personality like a trio Run my jungle lik a Leo Ain’t no wrestler, but I’m ready to rumple Block shots lik Mutombo Niggas say, uh oh (UH OH) Cause when Ferg come around they know that it’s trouble Mike got the pistol and im coming wit the shovel Nigga’s just blastin, air niggaz gaspin Niggas just not eatin, You’ll think niggas was fasting Tryin to flip that money man like gymnastic Niggas will disappear, getin more bricks then the thing Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means Niggas is doom, if you dont got the ratchet Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic Ok, now imma make the money stack if i lose it, get it back Ridin with some killers say my name and they gon get you whacked I ain’t with the disrespect, talking out your fucking neck I pull the strap, you think the shit a game watch how i play with that I heat up like a heater, bet your girl like my demeanor I’m that nigga, she a eater why she all up on my penis Get ya feature, i’m the goat like this ‘08 and i am weezy niggas copy, wanna be me egos growing off the meter And i can never cuff a skeezer i just beat it then i leave her Shawty feening throw it back and imma catch it wide receiver Damn i’m cold like my neck and wrist i’m a walking freezer Ion want her i just f*ck her take her back man can keep her She like to lick my lollipop I take the girl to candy lane Choppa bullets big so imma spray and i ain’t gotta aim Hottest in my city give em time and they gon know my name I’m cut from a different cloth so me and you are not the same She say she went to Spelman well i let lil mama give me brain FMF the family nigga way more than a fuckin gang I was born a gangsta im a real nigga i never change I just want the money ion give a f*ck about the fame Paranoid so i’m riding dolo when i’m in the coop Just me and my glock so if you reach wrong nigga imma shoot Niggas know i’m spitting fire always when im in the booth Undefeated I’m a winner all my niggas winners too Nigga’s just blastin, air niggaz gaspin Niggas just not eatin, You’ll think niggaz was fasting Tryin to flip that money man like gymnastic Niggaz will disappear, getin more bricks then the thing Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means Niggas is doom, if you don’t got da ratchet Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic I’m from a city where the beast pray over the weak I’m apart of the streets, B-Lo where is I creep The hustle and the muscle comes off naturally You’ll get tagged and body bagged if you think shit sweet And these bitches still burning but these niggas ain’t learnin’ If your grind ain’t strong these boys will catch that ass lurkin’ Wet you like you Surfing Dive on board or b left squirmin Gun is a dick that’ll leave u pussy niggas squirtin Niggas swear they solid til they gun jam and shit Ice is solid too until you put some heat to that bitch Prayin to god cause his life support is about to fail Walked in a church wit a bat man, made them Christians bail Ford vs Ferrari, wit me you can’t tell The difference, Im speeding on my way to hell Im a paper chaser, wit a perfect aimer Blow your forehead off yea I call that mind easer Niggas just blastin, air niggas gaspin Niggas just not eatin, you’ll think niggas was fastin Tryin to flip that money man like a gymnastic Niggas will disappear, getin more bricks then the thing Sumthin like the torch, got that fire by any means Niggas iz doom, if you dnt got the ratchet Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic Tryin to make that money stretch Mr. fantastic Mr. Fantastic Mr. Fantastic Mr. Fantastic Mr. Fantastic
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Written by: Alex Sikes, Brandon McDougald, Mar Alexander, Mike Pulley, Tim Ferguson, Jr
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