Fie Bars
Fat Nick
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Dyke bitch go two ways, fast lane on freeways Chopper grip that SK, double hit in broad day Dump the clip like foreplay Blizzy shots on cold days Loading dope and getting paid Pistol vision no getting sprayed Moving how I'm working Pistol grip the fire jerking Got my shooters out here lurkin' Just my sign and they be murkin' They bought camos steady cloakin' They so big we coast to coastin' He alive and then he dead Just like magic, hocus pocus Pussy bitch can't run my shit A hunnit bands I counterfeit Remix your drink you sip that shit Extendo clip I'm hitting shit Stupid bitch my nut she spittin' Sloppy thot I don't do kissin' All this lean, my mind stay spinnin' Have some dope these swishers twistin' Jug the trap my bands, they dance Like Middle East and African You smoking up free smoking dope Are love it way more higher man Call the plug I need it now I don't do no middle man I don't date no sloppy bitch And I won't f*ck a normal bitch Xanax make me hot as f*ck Buffet Boys bitch we poppin' off All these hoes we swappin' off You do me wrong we choppin' off Stupid bitch go knock it off Swallow me then walk it off All this damn promethazine I swear I'll never ever cough Flexing like a pussy bitch These two four fours gon' hit you quick F*ck the mouth, I'm nutting quick Gon' hit your chest just like some Vicks My shooters scoring like the Knicks Hi-tech brick, remix your shit You drinking it and loving it I count this guap and double it Always up I'm poppin' Smoking till it's nothin' All my pints in coffins If we dump we hitting somethin' All our shows be bustin' Start mosh pit's we get to jumpin' 30 on me know I'm drummin' They gon' smash no bluffin' F*ck these hoes no cuffin' pop A rocket now he runnin' She suck my dick so good but Then she acting like she All my squad got hunnit's, lean It got my kidneys drownin' Brand new coupe I'm skrrtin' Flavored swishers what I'm burnin' Cup this drank I'm sex Your bitch I got her moanin' She gon' top me, and gon' f*ck me Yeah this thottie always choking I ain't joking, blunts we rolling Fat Nick's jug school started rolling Pussy bitches twitter trolling F*ck these Fed's that be patrolling F*ck, jug hard, f*ck school I be trapping like a fool my name so big Don't love a bitch the only rule Pocket rocket make 'em snooze My money up I never lose Slumping off a double deuce Red Hi-tech that's Satan juice Blast 'em with a forty-five Make 'em run a four five if I catch a opp Bet I hit him and he gon' die Giussepe steppin', Act I'm sippin' Pocket rocket never missin' Foreign cars we steady whippin' Global baby we smoke different
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