Say Phat! lyrics

[Intro]
The flyest DJ on the East coast, D-D-DJ Phat
(If you ain't rockin' with DJ Phat, who the f*ck are you?)
(We in this—rock, rock—rockin' with, rockin' with)
You ain't got no DJ Phat exclusives? Heh, hold on, drop it-

[Chorus]
I just pierced my f*ckin' lip (Yeah), I can't even speak, yeah (Sheesh)
I just popped a f*ckin' Addy (Say what?), b*tch, I'm tryna geek, yeah (What? What?)
I got bad b*tch on me, yeah, bad b*tch on me geeked, yeah (Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up)
I got Blood b*tch on me, yeah, already know she was a freak, yeah (Ay Phat, what's goin', what's goin' slatt)

[Verse 1]
I told Phat let's drop this sh*t (Let's do it, let's do it)
I'm finna rock-out b*tch (D-D-DJ Phat), told these n*ggas "Moshpit" (Say what?)
She ain't got no BBL but my b*tch still thick (Say what?)
I ain't no Blood but I bang the Five, lil' b*tch I'm mobbin' (Slatt)
Yeah, slatt, yeah (D-D-DJ)
Yеah, slatt, yeah (D-D-DJ Phat)
I was on a drill but I roll with my b*tch, I was tryna get some monеy (No cap), yeah
I got a bad ahh ho tryna f*ck me, she tryna f*ck-f*ck-f*ck me, yeah
I don't give a f*ck 'bout none this sh*t, 'cause I got a K if ya' lucky (Say what?)
I'm sippin' on drank, goddamn this bubbly, I hide that sh*t in my curtain, yeah
I got a bad b*tch in Tokyo (What?), she tryna pull up and suck me, yeah (Slatt)
Bad b*tch know that a young n*gga pretty (Damn, DJ Phat), no, I ain't never been ugly, yeah (Bodyslam, slatt)
I just cheated on my b*tch, but she still gon' love me, yeah (Wow, wow)
[Chorus]
I just pierced my f*ckin' lip (Yeah), I can't even speak, yeah (Sheesh)
I just popped a f*ckin' Addy (Say what?), b*tch, I'm tryna geek, yeah (What? What?)
I got bad b*tch on me, yeah, bad b*tch on me geeked, yeah (Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up)
I got Blood b*tch on me, yeah, already know she was a freak, yeah (Aye Phat, what's goin'?)

[Verse 2]
What's goin? (Yeah)
Hug me and ask how I feel, shawty (Ask how I feel shawty), yeah
My ho bad she thick, damn, my ho she got some bodies (Say what?)
I just pierced my face, my ears, goddamn I'm feelin' gnarly (What?)
I'm just smokin' gas, I'm geeked up like Bob Marley (f*ck goin')
sh*t, Bob Marley (f*ck goin')
sh*t, Bob Marley (f*ck goin')
I got hoes, yeah, I don't know why these hoes call me (What you talkin' 'bout?)
All these hoes call me (Slatt)
All these hoes call me (No cap)
I just might ball on a b*tch-ass n*gga, goddamn I feel like Spalding (Eugh, eugh)

[Outro]
(We in this—rock, rock—rockin' with, rockin' with)
(What you talkin' 'bout, the f*ck you talkin' 'bout, the f*ck you talkin' 'bout)
Slatt, slatt