[Hook: The Fatal Sling]
Yea Lil Fatal pull up to the f*cking strip
Got like 50 racks, and they all fat
Sike, more like 50 bucks, but I still make it rain
Y'all can't even touch my game
b*tch I'll soon have all the fame
Yea Lil Fatal pull up to the f*cking strip
Got like 50 racks, and they all fat
Sike, more like 50 bucks, but I still make it rain
Y'all can't even touch my game
b*tch soon I'll have all the fame
[Verse 1: The Fatal Sling]
Hey, y'all really tryna run up on my sh*t?
I will pull up with a .30, b*tch, know that's a stick
And I don't give a f*ck, yea my homies hit a lick
Hitting up the club, still don't pick up a chick
Cause I already got some body, finna play with the joystick
Showing you my style, yea teach you a trick
Sliding in this sh*t, man I'm real f*cking slick
Catch me playing roblox, I will scream "what the frick"
Hey, you can't even touch my game, on the low
How the f*ck you think you finna pull up on a show?
Busting off like a Glock, soon in my glow
b*tch I really pop off with the Florida flow
And nobody ever wanna f*ck with the po
Ery one Bounce Out when the siren gooo!
Pogo, ion Bounce Out with fo fo
YBN Nahmir, kick in the do do
And some b*tches tryna f*ck on the low low
Ay Dola Gang, yea shout out to my bro bro
And motherf*ckers, tryna rock like I go go
I can't f*ck with that, you is a clone clone
Ay, and I'm coming with the heat
Yuh, f*ck I can beat my meat
What, man I got a f*cking streak
Huh, I will f*ck her and skeet
Huh, nobody f*ck with me
Imma pull up on your street
With like 50 bucks, still I'm renting trucks
Giving zero f*cks, you are cucks
This a horcrux, still I live deluxe
With this influx, take flight like we ducks
Wooh, ay
You can't touch my game, motherf*ckers I am spitting flame
Yea you are real lame, don't come up and f*ck my fame
I got the game, in my bag, yea you real hag
I am flexing 50 bucks, take yo b*tch and shag
With this heat, Imma go and cop a body bag
Going all around, collecting all these dog tags
Huh, yuh
Yuh
[Hook: The Fatal Sling]
Yea Lil Fatal pull up to the f*cking strip
Got like 50 racks, and they all fat
Sike, more like 50 bucks, but I still make it rain
Y'all can't even touch my game
b*tch soon I'll have all the fame
Yea Lil Fatal pull up to the f*cking strip
Got like 50 racks, and they all fat
Sike, more like 50 bucks, but I still make it rain
Y'all can't even touch my game
b*tch soon I'll have all the fame
[Verse 2: Otac]
Yea 50 bucks, more like 50 Cent
When I'm rapping to this beat, gonna hit you like a f*cking dent
Yea I'm no happy camper, living in a f*cking tent
I'm a f*cking Swedish rapper, yea I f*cking represent
When I pull up to the crib with my f*cking homies
Yea I'm spitting this fire, saying f*ck you all normies
If you tryna run away, I will shoot you in your knees
Yea only got 50 bucks, but I still have the f*cking freeze
I am f*cking legendary, when I smoke my dope, ain't no vaping blueberry
I am f*cking self taught, yea no library
When I lick the pus*y, yea it tastes like f*cking cherry
I ain't f*cking [?], I ain't done yet
When I bring that shortie home, yea she is my pet
Yea she is my pet
Ayy, oou