[Intro]
(You'll fly too if you link up with Frenchie)
Huh, psh, woo
Uh, woo
Uh, psh, ah

[Verse 1]
He don't know if the feds on his ass, he use a beeper
It run by minutes, he don't even trust nobody, no lie, the young n***a only handle streetsweepers
Woo, the last pack came through was extra, he don't know to send it back or keep it
Psh, last n***a played with him, sent a Tesla, drop top 'Vette how he leavin'
Woo, you a killer, he gon' greet you
You shoot me, I shoot you, off top, get even
Psh, I make a hundred a week, psh, I remember totin' a BB
Psh, can't compare your story like mine, 'member they whacked my titi
Psh, you ain't seen half the shit I saw, 'member comin' home watchin' TV
Psh, he was a hundred deep, but on road half of 'em locked
Psh, yeah, they don't even talk on the phone no more 'cause cops
Uh, psh, uh, last n***a play, he got knocked out his socks
Psh, he got motion, for real, that young n***a forget half the shit that he bought
Woo, you play with him, goin' to God
It was smoky, never told cops what he saw
Woo, he from the worst of the worst, psh, still pinchin' in them stolen cars
Never geeked up as killers, psh, imagine what they'd do off bars
Psh, they ain't even cared how they used to treat him, that n***a play with 'em, gon' starve
Woo, pussy, that's from the heart
I mean it, psh, they never seen me in here, bitch, I went large
Woo, he ain't never pulled a fraud
Psh, he rich, he don't hop in cars
What else? He rich, he don't get on feet
Ss, I'll do a pay for the job
Never forget where I came from, n***a, that's how you get robbed
Pussy, never say it if you ain't saw it
If you ain't know it, my new name Fatt Fox the God
[Chorus]
Get up on it, uh, sss, huh
Get on it, woo, sss
Uh, get on it, uh

[Verse 2]
I'm from where they backdoorin' they homies
Where I'm from, you got opponents
Where I'm from, if it burn when you piss, you better book an appointment
Where I'm from, they pullin' up, dumpin'
Where I'm from, they'll bust your pumpkins
I'm from a land of gold-diggin' bitches, you go to sleep, hide your money
Taz hittin' straight off his Sunday
Where I'm from, if you drop that cheese, they comin'
I really seen that shit, on my mama
It don't take nothin' much, give 'em fifteen hundred

[Chorus]
Get up on it, uh, ssh, uh, get up on it
Woo, if they drop that shit right now, they gon' get up on it, uh
Psh, get up on it, uh
If he get your location, he gon' get up on it, uh
Sss, huh, get up on it, uh
Uh, psh, get up on it, uh