[Intro: YTB Fatt]
That's what you heard?
Alright, n***a, you seen me call you, n***a
No, you didn't, bruh
You ain't call me, pussy
You ain't call me, bruh, don't do me like that, bruh
For real, bruh
[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
If a n***a with me, I got a hundred thousand they gon' rock for
Huh, whew, uh, huh
I'm still showin' y'all n***as how to make that cheese and shoot that shit
Huh, showin' these industry rappers there's still gangsters around this bitch
The hood was dry, I got that check and upgraded all the sticks
Huh, know you heard of me, I'm the young n***a that get your shooter hit
Three hundred thousand in the bag, won't post it
Huh, come through, pussy, I'm posted
I ain't gotta ask no n***a for shit
Millionaire Fox, pussy, I'm loaded
I ain't got gotta ask no n***a for shit
Eight cars in my name, I'm loaded
I ain't gotta pay for no fuckin' security, my whole block on my shoulders
[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
'Member smokin' and freestylin' with my n***as, now I'm fuckin' global
Huh, n***a laughed at me, look at me now, shit, I told him
Four hundred on ice, I did, let's do it
Bought some more ice, I did it
Changed my mama's and helped my n***a's fuckin' life, I did it
[Verse 2: OT7 Quanny]
Every time I look in the mirror, I'm like, "Yeah, I did it" (Yeah, I did it)
Every time I look at my wrist, I'm like, "Yeah, I did it" (Yeah, I did it)
Every time I look at my bitch, I'm like, "Yeah, I did it" (Sosa baby)
Every time I look at my whips, I'm like, "Yeah, I did it" (Yeah, I did it)
Now I'm voice of the trenches, uh
We ain't savin' bitches, uh (We ain't savin' bitches)
Thousand eight grams in the pot, yeah, I just raised the chicken (Yeah, I just raised the chicken)
I'ma shoot my fuckin' clip 'til Jayson Tatum in it ('Til Jayson Tatum in it)
And I just broke the bank (I just broke the bank)
I need another safe (I need another safe)
Hrrt, walk him down, he need another face (He need another face)
Did three shows back to back, I made like 90K (Made like 90K)
Real cash getter (Real cash getter), motion-having-ass n***a (Motion-having-ass n***a)
I'm a Rick Owen wearin', Maybach-driving-ass n***a (Maybach driving-ass n***a)
A hundred grand nights (A hundred grand nights), first-class flights (First class flights)
Went and bought my own shit, this ain't my man ice (This ain't my man ice)
And I just stopped at Citizens, picked one-fifty up (Picked one-fifty up)
You wan' describe me in four words? Sosa rich as fuck (Sosa rich as fuck)
Left pocket, right pocket, shit on Fat Joe (Shit on Fat Joe)
When you pull up, Maybach truck, she won't tell you no (She won't tell you no)
Uh-huh, always keep that flame, Sosa Hellboy (Sosa Hellboy)
Biggest house on my block, Uncle Elroy (Uncle Elroy)
[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
If a n***a with me, I got a hundred thousand they gon' rock for
Huh, whew, uh, huh
I'm still showin' y'all n***as how to make that cheese and shoot that shit
Huh, showin' these industry rappers there's still gangsters around this bitch
The hood was dry, I got that check and upgraded all the sticks
Huh, know you heard of me, I'm the young n***a that get your shooter hit
Three hundred thousand in the bag, won't post it
Huh, come through, pussy, I'm posted
I ain't gotta ask no n***a for shit
Millionaire Fox, pussy, I'm loaded
I ain't got gotta ask no n***a for shit
Eight cars in my name, I'm loaded
I ain't gotta pay for no fuckin' security, my whole block on my shoulders
