[Chorus]
Born in 01 so I can’t cop a pistol yet
I still run up on you cause I need me a f*cking check
Can’t f*ck with old hoes only new hoes
If that b*tch under 15 you know thats a no no
Born in 01 so I can’t cop a pistol yet
I still run up on you cause I need me a f*cking check
Can’t f*ck with old hoes only new hoes
If that b*tch under 15 you know thats a no no
[Verse 1]
Yea my family rich, but I’m still a broke boy
Yea my parents told me “kid you got to work if you wan’t joy”
So I got out the lawn mower, yea I worked as a ball boy
I was steady on my grind, but steady unemployed
Rigging up the school, lil b*tch was a decoy
Finnessing all these fools, you know that was a smart ploy
Running all these packs, got a guard, thats a convoy
Can’t f*ck no thot cause you know thats a used toy
Running up a check, steady out finnessing bands
If you tryna touch my mans, I’ll cut off your hands
Cause Lil Fatal got no censor, Lil b*tch I got no glads
And I got a Louis belt with some black and blue vans
Hold up, let me get it started
JJ’s all retarded, b*tch you are my target
Knock you out like forget
Lil b*tch named Margaret
Soon yea I’ll be on the f*cking forbes list
Yea you can’t f*ck with Fatal the finess kid
Shout out Kodak Black, outta jail in time to test sh*t
Swear to god, soon I’ll be out of this country
Take it world wide, I know that sh*t meant to be
f*ck you up, di*k you down
Imma take you round and round
This sh*t is a carousel, this sh*t merry go round
f*ck yea, Astroworld
Smoke a joint we out this world
Travis Please, Astroworld
Off a Perc don’t take my word
And I’m swerving in a coupe
This sh*ts black and not purple this time
Can’t f*ck no old hoe
[Chorus]
Born in 01 so I can’t cop a pistol yet
I still run up on you cause I need me a f*cking check
Can’t f*ck with old hoes only new hoes
If that b*tch under 15 you know thats a no no
Born in 01 so I can’t cop a pistol yet
I still run up on you cause I need me a f*cking check
Can’t f*ck with old hoes only new hoes
If that b*tch under 15 you know thats a no no
[Verse 2]
Yuh that’s a no no, uh yea no no
Can’t f*ck a hoe, that’s a no go
Huh, no no, no no
Yuh yuh, no go
All this sh*t got me rage swiping
Yubo Tinder, maybe even f*cking Grindr
Nah f*ck that sh*t man, for real though
Five Finger Freddy, b*tch you know my name
Imma run up on your block with two Glocks and all the fame
You got sixth degree burns when I kill you with this flame
Cause you b*tches hella ugly, yea you b*tches hella lame
Yuh, you f*cking for the fame
Clout chasing demons, this sh*t ain’t a game
This is my life, this is my passion
Like a f*cking fruit I eat that sh*t I’m dashing
Yuh, yea my whip so goddamn foreign
Huh yea, Volvo that sh*ts from Sweden
Yea my whip so goddamn foreign
Yea, Volvo that sh*ts from Sweden
Yuh huh, yuh got a Ligier
Uh yuh, ay thats Italian sh*t
Mh yuh, ay and I got the fake leather seats
Yuh, and I f*ck your b*tch and then I skeet
Brrrraaap
On god though Fatal is the best f*cking artist out of Sweden like no cap, f*cking ever
Y’all ain’t even ready for this sh*t
[Chorus]
Born in 01 so I can’t cop a pistol yet
I still run up on you cause I need me a f*cking check
Can’t f*ck with old hoes only new hoes
If that b*tch under 15 you know thats a no no
Born in 01 so I can’t cop a pistol yet
I still run up on you cause I need me a f*cking check
Can’t f*ck with old hoes only new hoes
If that b*tch under 15 you know thats a no go