Filet Mignon lyrics

[Intro]
(I-I-I love you Jae)
You already know who it is, man
It's DJ Phat, flyest fat n*gga you know
You ugly n*ggas is never competition, you dig?
(Four3va the f*ckin' GOAT, n*gga)

[Verse 1]
Try this sh*t, shot that boy with the fye, now that n*gga can't breathe
pus*y n*gga said he Oso, n*gga you a wannabe me
Hell yeah I'm goin' global and these pus*y n*ggas stucked up in they freeze
Babygirl we gon' do whatever that you please
I told my Whoa, just tell me whatever that you need
Me and the Band Gang did a kick door so we can eat
I'm mobbin, but I don't love twice no [?]
She a sl*t then I nut on her face like a frеak
Ten letter sh*t wе comin' thirty deep
We paint the picture I ain't never been cheap
Got the rubber band, man these racks 3D
I miss BabyEBG and King 30
You a fake gangsta', and I already peeped
Don't got a tape, then we take that boy jeep
When the Whoa push up, they push up, they creep
Shoot that f*ck n*gga, threw that Glock in the creek
I don't duck smoke, pus*y I love beef
Call him duck sauce, we eat his face like Chinese
We don't roughhouse, we put them Glocks on the street
I'm tough with that rap sh*t, now she wanna f*ck on a GF, n*gga
76 mob sh*t I be with some killers
Free JuGliz that sh*t just hurt my feelings
And free Capolow, [?] we act like villans
Free twin when I cop beat that boy ass, popped him off he silly
Took him on that ride, told him he better feel it
Shawty you better chill, b*tch I'm with the fellas
My brother only 13, he not no felon
I feel uncomfortable with you knowing where I live, where I lay my head
If it's that sh*t, b*tch I can get you dead
Don't make me push the button shawty that's a code red
On BL we ain't stuntin' nun that he said
Off these Xans tryna keep a level head
Ain't soft baby b*tch but I need that devil head
If it's that, n*gga I can get yo ass gone
I don't internet beef, pus*y I don't pick up no phone
Catch yo ass in Georgia then put one in yo' dome
Kilo knocked a n*gga out, now he got yo' phone
Hawkin' an opp n*gga, on they block n*gga, wit' a drone
I pour the Wock' in the damn soda wit' a damn cone
n*gga whole gang get ate, call them boys Filet Mignon
BabyLife til' I die, I'm never gon' feel grown
Put that di*k in her stomach, watch that lil' b*tch moan
If I don't get no head, best believe I'm blown
Put one in the head, promise I'm gon blow
Before I was locked up I threw up off Tito's
Two Glocks on a pus*y n*gga, I need those (C'mere)
[Outro]
(Damn DJ Phat, you too fly)
(DJ Phat, aw, man!)
(D-D-D-DJ Phat)
(And you now rocking with DJ PHAT, n*gga turn up!)