[Hook: The Fatal Sling]
Yea Lil Fatal pull up to the fucking strip
Got like 50 racks, and they all fat
Sike, more like 50 bucks, but I still make it rain
Y'all can't even touch my game
Bitch I'll soon have all the fame
Yea Lil Fatal pull up to the fucking strip
Got like 50 racks, and they all fat
Sike, more like 50 bucks, but I still make it rain
Y'all can't even touch my game
Bitch soon I'll have all the fame
[Verse 1: The Fatal Sling]
Hey, y'all really tryna run up on my shit?
I will pull up with a .30, bitch, know that's a stick
And I don't give a fuck, yea my homies hit a lick
Hitting up the club, still don't pick up a chick
Cause I already got some body, finna play with the joystick
Showing you my style, yea teach you a trick
Sliding in this shit, man I'm real fucking slick
Catch me playing roblox, I will scream "what the frick"
Hey, you can't even touch my game, on the low
How the fuck you think you finna pull up on a show?
Busting off like a Glock, soon in my glow
Bitch I really pop off with the Florida flow
And nobody ever wanna fuck with the po
Ery one Bounce Out when the siren gooo!
Pogo, ion Bounce Out with fo fo
YBN Nahmir, kick in the do do
And some bitches tryna fuck on the low low
Ay Dola Gang, yea shout out to my bro bro
And motherfuckers, tryna rock like I go go
I can't fuck with that, you is a clone clone
Ay, and I'm coming with the heat
Yuh, fuck I can beat my meat
What, man I got a fucking streak
Huh, I will fuck her and skeet
Huh, nobody fuck with me
Imma pull up on your street
With like 50 bucks, still I'm renting trucks
Giving zero fucks, you are cucks
This a horcrux, still I live deluxe
With this influx, take flight like we ducks
Wooh, ay
You can't touch my game, motherfuckers I am spitting flame
Yea you are real lame, don't come up and fuck my fame
I got the game, in my bag, yea you real hag
I am flexing 50 bucks, take yo bitch and shag
With this heat, Imma go and cop a body bag
Going all around, collecting all these dog tags
Huh, yuh
Yuh
[Hook: The Fatal Sling]
Yea Lil Fatal pull up to the fucking strip
Got like 50 racks, and they all fat
Sike, more like 50 bucks, but I still make it rain
Y'all can't even touch my game
Bitch soon I'll have all the fame
Yea Lil Fatal pull up to the fucking strip
Got like 50 racks, and they all fat
Sike, more like 50 bucks, but I still make it rain
Y'all can't even touch my game
Bitch soon I'll have all the fame
[Verse 2: Otac]
Yea 50 bucks, more like 50 Cent
When I'm rapping to this beat, gonna hit you like a fucking dent
Yea I'm no happy camper, living in a fucking tent
I'm a fucking Swedish rapper, yea I fucking represent
When I pull up to the crib with my fucking homies
Yea I'm spitting this fire, saying fuck you all normies
If you tryna run away, I will shoot you in your knees
Yea only got 50 bucks, but I still have the fucking freeze
I am fucking legendary, when I smoke my dope, ain't no vaping blueberry
I am fucking self taught, yea no library
When I lick the pussy, yea it tastes like fucking cherry
I ain't fucking [?], I ain't done yet
When I bring that shortie home, yea she is my pet
Yea she is my pet
Ayy, oou