Fatt Blacc Twins lyrics

[Intro: Maxo Kream]
(Ayy, Tez, this you?)
Kream Clicc gang, gang
Maxo, Maxo, Maxo, Maxo
Alright (Let's go)

[Chorus: Maxo Kream & BFB Da Packman]
Fat, Black, gap-toothed, and I still be f*ckin' skinny hoes
Weed, Percs, syrup, work, trappin', I could get it gone
Addicted to that syrup, shh, I'll blick my granny for it
Extendo on the glizzy, this b*tch look just like a semicolon
Me and BFB the fat twins, I just look better
No escalator, elevators, all my n*ggas real steppers
He cappin', I'm more sexy, only f*ck with hoes who messy
Ratchet b*tches be a blessing, Dodge or Benz, don't f*ck with Tesla

[Verse 1: Maxo Kream]
Okay, I take my shirt off and your lil' hoes try to molest me
I f*cked this b*tch, she top mе off, I played it off like she my bеstie
Glock with a di*k, I add a button, watch it switch like Caitlyn Jenner
Ray Charles, Stevie Wonder, walk with sticks like blind n*ggas

[Verse 2: BFB Da Packman]
I can't wait until the day I scratch miss Lizzo off my checklist
Uh, she with a skinny n*gga, that's why she ignore my message
Told Dallas Martin to tell lil' baby, don't she miss her blesser?
Real North Flint n*gga gettin' money out in Texas
[Verse 3: Maxo Kream]
Thirty sticks in the studio, BFB lookin' real nervous
I be with real street n*ggas, I don't bunfight in the murders
Still cut Perkies with the fentanyl, just put a lower dose
I serve you work but don't send me your music
Fan custos be the worst

[Verse 4: BFB Da Packman]
Police come and question me 'bout cocaine and some murders
pus*y b*tch, I work for UPS, I know you n*ggas hurt
Oh, side note, I snuck them b*tches in the plane in granny girdle
Gotta have it, I be trickin' on the b*tches that be squirters

[Verse 5: Maxo Kream]
Police grabbed us for the RICO when one pus*y n*gga snitched
God forgive, I don't forget, so when I catch him, he get spinned
Bogart Hi-Tech, mixin' seals, my cup real dirty like Flint water
One-twenty-one, one-thirty-nine, I f*cked a mother and her daughter

[Verse 6: BFB Da Packman]
Quagen in my Fanta, sellin' pints in East Atlanta
Got a fiend from out the SWA and I nicknamed him Country Grammar
Ayy, my favorite b*tch a stripper ho, the pus*y taste like candy
I'ma get that check regardless, either rap or trap or scammin'

[Chorus: Maxo Kream & BFB Da Packman]
Fat, Black, gap-toothed, and I still be f*ckin' skinny hoes
Weed, Percs, syrup, work, trappin', I could get it gone
Addicted to that syrup, shh, I'll blick my granny for it
Extendo on the glizzy, this b*tch look just like a semicolon
Me and BFB the fat twins, I just look better
No escalator, elevators, all my n*ggas real steppers
He cappin', I'm more sexy, only f*ck with hoes who messy
Ratchet b*tches be a blessing, Dodge or Benz, don't f*ck with Tesla