Fat Man! lyrics

[Intro]
(Kill complacency)

[Chorus]
Ha, two Glocks, b*tch, bang back
Ha, all black (All black), b*tch, like Batman (Batman)
b*tch, I feel like Glokk 'cause I'm a bad man
Oh, your new sh*t drop? 'Kay, put it in a trashcan
I can't even count all of the money that I have, man
b*tch, I know I had that dog in me like I was Fatman
All behind a ho, these n*ggas really be goin' out sad, man
She like, "Who you think you is?" I think I'm that man

[Verse]
Bentley, choppas, Glocks here, but I'm finna rap in madman
b*tch all in my face, like what the f*ck, is she a gnat, man?
I be drivin' crazy, I done caught a f*ckin' flat, man
She must think I own the track, I'm really not a Scatman
Say you got some new plates for me, hit me in the trap, man
Pull up on my twin like, "What the f*ck, b*tch, where you at, man?"
Choppas in thе car, ain't got no paintballs but they splat, man
Brand new choppa, b*tch, I'm tryna cut 'em likе the grass, man
b*tch, I'm like some back pockets, I stay on they ass, man
Pistol in my backpack and I stay with that brass, man
You say that them diamonds, that sh*t look like glass, man
This is not high school so I ain't letting n*ggas pass me
Can't believe I used to be so down bad, over cash, man
I used to get D's and F's, now G and S the class, man
[Chorus]
Ha, two Glocks, b*tch, bang back
Ha, all black (All black), b*tch, like Batman (Batman)
b*tch, I feel like Glokk 'cause I'm a bad man (I'm a bad man)
Ha, two Glocks, b*tch, bang back
Ha, all black (All black), b*tch, like Batman (Batman)
b*tch, I feel like Glokk 'cause I'm a bad man
Oh, your new sh*t drop? 'Kay, put it in a trashcan
I can't even count all of the money that I have, man
b*tch, I know I had that dog in me like I was Fatman
All behind a ho, these n*ggas really be goin' out sad, man
She like, "Who you think you is?" I think I'm that man