[Chorus]
Fatass (Yeah)
Fatass, pockets look like Rick Ross
Hella perc 10s and some Lean, Bitch we got it all
This bitch don't got nothin I need, I just kick her off
Woke up and spent two racks on jeans, cause I fuckin' ball
Get geeked up, yeah, we still get geeked
We richer than 'em all
Bitch, go fetch me something to eat, Dior jeans on my balls
Learned it from me (Yeah), We still tote green beams (Yeah)
Still rock tight ass jeans (Yeah), Two phones, let 'em ring (Yeah)
Look me up on Bing (Yeah)
All black bitch, she mean (Yeah)
YEAH YEAH, GG (Yeah), If you come fuck with me (Uh)
Huh Uh Uh, Yeah, MMM, MMM

[Verse]
Yeah Yeah Yeah, Hes coming (Yeah)
I think the devil coming (Uh)
Whole lotta racks keep coming (Yeah)
Jumpout in front of the police (Hold Up)
And Im geeked off rolling (Yeah)
Slime catch ya hat like a trophy (Yeah)
I got a hit on me (Yeah)
I got the mix on me (Yeah)
You won't live homie (Yeah)
You are not gang, you phony
[Chorus]
Fatass (Yeah)
Fatass, pockets look like Rick Ross
Hella perc 10s and some Lean, Bitch we got it all
This bitch don't got nothin I need, I just kick her off
Woke up and spent two racks on jeans, cause I fuckin' ball
Get geeked up, yeah, we still get geeked
We richer than 'em all
Bitch, go fetch me something to eat, Dior jeans on my balls
Learned it from me (Yeah), We still tote green beams (Yeah)
Still rock tight ass jeans (Yeah), Two phones, let 'em ring (Yeah)
Look me up on Bing (Yeah)
All black bitch, she mean (Yeah)
YEAH YEAH, GG (Yeah), If you come fuck with me (Uh)
Huh Uh Uh, Yeah, MMM, MMM