Fat Albert

[Intro] Yo yo yo yo (Load all the money), yo son, you don't even know my style man Back up off me son, word to mother [Verse 1] He said he know a niga harder than me, boy, don't lie to me I'm pass what you tryna be, and I wasn't even tryna be I got nigas used to look up to me, they be tryna beef I hope you don't try boy, we strapped just like Prada sneaks Everyday I wake up, nigas tryna get some clout from me He swear he fighting demons, but ain't never made a opp deceased How the fuck you drippin', damn near all that shit you rocking cheap Ion buy no bundles, 'cause my bitch she bad ain't got no weave She beneficial, ride with me, spent yo check buyin' lean You ignorant, you plot on me, I'll give you wings like Robin jeans This bitch, she really tripping, tryna fuck me without toppin' me We ballin' like the Pistons but we shooting for the Roxy team [Interlude] Yeah, 'til this day [Verse 2] You a little man, yeah brodie told me what you said I'm the bigger man, take chart, then I get it in You a gimmick man, real talk, you just Instagram I can get the grams, white tan, they in the milligrams I can send a man, all black, they'll strip a man We secure the bag, secret stash in the minivan I throw on a mask, gimme that, boy don't lift a hand I just buss a juug, made 6 racks off a middle man I could get you all off the boy, like I'm Killa Cam Get like 20 jags, clear the names, do that shit again [Interlude] This fun, I should do this more often [Verse 3] Fake nigas shake hands, ain't no friend in me This the fifth time I poured dark and it ain't Hennessey He work at GM, but rap about the bag, OMG I tucked his BM, he telling nigas that we enemies I got a DM, a niga said "Do you remember me?" My cousin asked me "Did they find out who shot Lil Reese?" How the fuck I'm 'posed to know? On the Caddy dueces on the front, the back got 23s Out in Cali, got a plug to show you money grow on trees In the A, my nigas drivin' foreigns down to Sandy Springs Why you staring? Cause the new McLaren look like it got wings I'm so high, it look like I'm muggin', bitches say I'm mean I just snuck the gun in the club, they ain't pat on me (Fah fah fah fah) Tragedy, how the fuck is you a jackboy, you from Battle Creek? You a peasant, I'm a King, I'm like Omri Casspi Since we put him on the shelf, he been looking ashy Let's see, who can get a M the fastest I make, his bitch disappear like Casper He want, his baby back like fat bastard I won't, let up boy, I'm adding pressure I play, with the boy, like Hugh Hefner I hey, hey hey Fat Albert [Outro] Gang Gang Gang man brothers only, wavy navy Ganger know what the fuck going on man Free my niga Peezy You nigas wanna think like us Wanna take our, but it's so hard (Oooh) You nigas wanna be like Mike You nigas wanna take our life But it's so hard