Fatty Fatty lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, uh
Got her sayin, "Daddy, daddy"
Ayy, she like how I f*ck her, got her sayin', "Daddy," ayy

[Chorus]
Ayy, she like how I f*ck her, got her sayin', "Daddy, daddy" (Daddy)
We put opps in big 'Woods, this b*tch a fatty-fatty (Fatty, b*tch)
I know bro gon' spin before he diss 'cause he a real killer (Real killer)
Only hang with real n*ggas (Real n*ggas)
23 go bang, you touch the chain, this b*tch gon' sing like Bryson Tiller (Sing, sing)

[Verse]
f*ck a graveyard, I'll put a dead opp in a pothole (Pothole)
Man, get your friend, hate chopped hoes (Chopped b*tch)
Never been to hell, I got close
Been to jail, I was eatin' nachos
Any n*gga tried to try woulda got knockеd out with a motherf*ckin' three piece nuggеt (Three piece)
I like to keep me a button, freak b*tch, she like to keep on f*ckin'
Hell nah, don't stop, keep on suckin' (Keep suckin')
Nobody I'm trustin', I really be thuggin'
I f*ck around tweak, bang out my cousin
Gift me a 5, I'm tappin' his muffin
Know how I get on, go back and forth with nobody I like the end of discussion (End of this sh*t)
I just got a bankroll (Bankroll)
My left wrist, it stay froze (Stay froze)
He mad whenever the bank closed
You not like that, n*gga, hang it up (Hang it up)
I need my b*tch, no, I can't get enough
Spin the block in the truck, it's like two thousand shots and you runnin' to us (Runnin' to us)
No murder for hire, but I get sh*t touched (Get sh*t touched)
When you f*ckin' with me, bae, know it's a plus
b*tch, I spin this wheel but we shot off his tires, dumbass should've been a lil' faster (Dumbass)
Get off gone, bye-bye, b*tch, I'm tryna turn his fat ass a lil' casket (Bye-bye)
Ain't catch a n*gga at the light, four cars deep, we know his ass was boxed (We know his ass was boxed)
I told 'em, "Give it to me, you ain't no shooter, lil' bro better pass that Glock" (Pass that sh*t)
Give me a backpack for my strap, most of the time it's in my lap (It's in my lap)
Boy, this flat back get sh*t wrapped
Lil' bro like to snatch that 'Cat, no rap (No rap)
Swear I hate a b*tch that don't care when she wrong, ho got some nerve (Ho got some nerve)
If she don't eat di*k, then when we go out, I can't pay for hers (I can't pay for sh*t)
[Chorus]
Ayy, she like how I f*ck her, got her sayin', "Daddy, daddy" (Daddy, daddy)
We put opps in big 'Woods, this b*tch a fatty-fatty (Fatty, b*tch)
I know bro gon' spin before he diss 'cause he a real killer (Real killer)
Only hang with real n*ggas
23 go bang, you touch the chain, this b*tch gon' sing like Bryson Tiller (Sing, sing)

[Outro]
Give me a backpack for my strap, most of the time it's in my lap (In my lap)
Boy, this flat back get sh*t wrapped
Lil' bro like to snatch that 'Cat, no rap (No rap)
Swear I hate a b*tch that don't care when she wrong, ho got some nerve (Ho got some nerve)
If she don't eat di*k, then when we go out, I can't pay for hers (Can't pay for nothin')
Ho don't eat di*k, I can't pay for nothin', f*ck wrong with that ho
Haha
Mm, mm, give me a backpack for my strap
Mm, this flat back get sh*t wrapped
Big BAK