Who Is Fatt? lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, who is Fatt, n*gga?
Uh, they like, who is Fatt, n*gga?
Who is Fatt, n*gga?
n*gga
Who is Fatt, n*gga?
Who is Fatt, n*gga?
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I'm from the bottom of West Memphis where they leave your sh*t on flat
I'm from Foxwood, n*gga, they knock you off, you speak on wax
Know you heard about that young n*gga with the goals, who the f*ck is Fatt?
I'm in the trap with a freaky b*tch, I'm breakin' a bow and breakin' her back
Count up them b*tches, see me sweat, 'bout that business, can't speak on that
In my city, it's bound to go down, you [?] against a fool, you might get stretched
Young n*ggas ridin' but don't know how to finish school, but they know how to work that Tech
My n*gga's serious in the kitchen, when he whip it, he wear hair nеts

[Verse]
We've been stamped our namе in the city, every time they play, we pass a test
n*gga, you can talk that gangster sh*t all you want, whole time, you just talk out your neck
n*gga, I'm the youngest n*gga in my city doin' it, they like, "He up next"
I got a n*gga so greedy in the kitchen, every time he cook it, he make it stretch
Every time I pop out in sum'n by the city, who is that?
Break that pack out that fanny pack, they say lil' dude got the best
Every time I tell my gang to score, that sh*t be nothin' but net
Every hood I step in, I'ma make sure them b*tches remember Fatt
These n*ggas really ain't livin' that sh*t they rappin' 'bout, so don't speak on that
Gave my n*gga a hundred-fifty years, that sh*t had hurt my flesh
I'm with ATL, man, a SRT with a switch, it sound like a TEC
My young n*gga say, "Give me a honeybun," I'll stick him and hit my rack
n*gga, we heard that sh*t you said, it's too late, can't take it back
n*gga, these .762s, we got that sh*t, leave a fat ass n*gga flat
I just told my n*gga, when you see him, make sure you handle that
I'm with Velle, they Finball, roll a n*gga, he'll leave you fla
I'm with the pimpin', breakin' b*tches, brand new Rollie, bring it back
I got a n*gga, be slangin' moss and bleach and blocks, he'll leave it wet
These n*ggas join hoods, say R.I.P. to n*ggas they never met
All my drank buddies right now, they makin' love to Tris and Tech
[Chorus]
I'm from the bottom of West Memphis where they leave your sh*t on [?]
I'm from Foxwood, n*gga, they knock you off, you speak on wax
Know you heard about that young n*gga with the goals, who the f*ck is Fatt?
I'm in the trap with a freaky b*tch, I'm breakin' a bow and breakin' her back
Count up them b*tches, see me sweat, 'bout that business, can't speak on that
In my city, it's bound to go down, you [?] against a fool, you might get stretched
Young n*ggas ridin' but don't know how to finish school, but they know how to work that Tech
My n*gga's serious in the kitchen, when he whip it, he wear hair nets