Lyrics:
This rap, rap, rap, rap college
With my big fat neck I stack, stack collars
Better watch my moves it got mad, mad colors
When God made me he said,
slow boy
See me in the club surrounded by a bunch of dope boys
Designer all up on my pants
She think I'm a dope boy
Throwin' money while she dance
She
then lets go, hit his way
Boy rules butt, brags to his boys
Erection brings bad boy joys
Boy thinks of that big fat back
Big black fat love, big
boys want boys where I'm from
Oh, yeah, yeah, boys want boys, yeah
Ayy, whoa, boys want boys where I'm from, ay
I know you wanna get teamed by the gang
I
goals is to make fat stacks
Then I, flip the money to astound this your business
This year beat, you see, I already quist it
I gave it a test for
in broad daylight
The only way you live if it don't spray right
But you out your death wish so if I miss you'll be facin barrels by midknight
watch it in my boxers
Wash myself when my mom yells dress, and just breakfast
Guess it's time to bum with the triumvirate
Love that shit, crushin
it's a boy, I hope that God bless him with his daddy's dick, shit
To tell the truth with you. I know, I'm safe and another nigga
Frontin' and get blown
you, put the pump to your ear and
Pump up the volume, knock out a tall dude, bear hug a fat boy
I fucked the teacher and stomp on the frat boy
I don't
through
You like walk's through dust
I treat the weed like ya ice you
Know I be just crushin' it up
You fuckin’ with us I swear you
Niggas be coughin' it up
It's just Me against the world
Yeah I'm by Myself
Its me and my girl
I don't need no help
For someone Who's "irrelevant"
Y 'all give me lots
it
You got a fat ass? You know that he gon' handle it
Now boys don't be tripping 'cause you know he's whipping
Game on your girl and in a minute
boys hustle up
We ain't the same, unless you down, you ain't one of us
Running this race, we ain't aiming for runner-up
Killing my pride just by lifting
thinkin' when these bullets goin through ya
these n***a's know what's up, boy, I ain't entertainin' rumors
My gang full of demons and your gang full
Came back runnin from a different place
Brody said they need a hitter came from outta state
Boy I'm new to the jungle from a lions cage
They been
the only class he'll pass is phys ed
May be true, till I told this bitch in gym class
That she was too fat to swim laps, she needed Slim Fast (who me?)
To roll a fat joint and smoke that weed
But the tale goes on and years went by
Another drug came and the boy got high
Ever since that day, he just wasn't
Hundred K, dope boy swag, stopped by DEA (hundred K)
First class, pourin' lean, tweakin', it's just me and bae (tweakin')
Late night, skeeted in a freak,
season
Ay I kno niggas like you
FUCK boys an ho niggas like you
Ride wit the scope I call it the master
Put it in they face dog to make they mind up faster
nigga, skinny nigga, fat nigga
I don't care about you lil' two boys
My watch a house, you didn't even know it
I be pimpin' like I'm ballin' with Jordan
"malnutrition"
Pockets fit the definition
How I get in this position? Boy got crippled by tuition
Once I walk up in the kitchen personality transition
I don't
Do mi dis call "The Father Jungle Rock"
I in a pants an' a Rosie in a frack
But, c-a-t, dat a cat say, r-a-t, dat a rat
For, mi say, f-a-t, dat
Trump too scared to grab it
No not everyone everyone
That ass so fat with a PH balance tastes so right when you eat it
Cheap boys know a dime when they
you know my pockets fat
More money to gain, Double-M on my chain
I just redid the deal, another 20 and change
I step where I please, broke nigga
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