[Intro]
Uh, who is Fatt, n***a?
Uh, they like, who is Fatt, n***a?
Who is Fatt, n***a?
N***a
Who is Fatt, n***a?
Who is Fatt, n***a?
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I'm from the bottom of West Memphis where they leave your shit on flat
I'm from Foxwood, n***a, they knock you off, you speak on wax
Know you heard about that young n***a with the goals, who the fuck is Fatt?
I'm in the trap with a freaky bitch, I'm breakin' a bow and breakin' her back
Count up them bitches, see me sweat, 'bout that business, can't speak on that
In my city, it's bound to go down, you [?] against a fool, you might get stretched
Young n***as ridin' but don't know how to finish school, but they know how to work that Tech
My n***a's serious in the kitchen, when he whip it, he wear hair nеts

[Verse]
We've been stamped our namе in the city, every time they play, we pass a test
N***a, you can talk that gangster shit all you want, whole time, you just talk out your neck
N***a, I'm the youngest n***a in my city doin' it, they like, "He up next"
I got a n***a so greedy in the kitchen, every time he cook it, he make it stretch
Every time I pop out in sum'n by the city, who is that?
Break that pack out that fanny pack, they say lil' dude got the best
Every time I tell my gang to score, that shit be nothin' but net
Every hood I step in, I'ma make sure them bitches remember Fatt
These n***as really ain't livin' that shit they rappin' 'bout, so don't speak on that
Gave my n***a a hundred-fifty years, that shit had hurt my flesh
I'm with ATL, man, a SRT with a switch, it sound like a TEC
My young n***a say, "Give me a honeybun," I'll stick him and hit my rack
N***a, we heard that shit you said, it's too late, can't take it back
N***a, these .762s, we got that shit, leave a fat ass n***a flat
I just told my n***a, when you see him, make sure you handle that
I'm with Velle, they Finball, roll a n***a, he'll leave you fla
I'm with the pimpin', breakin' bitches, brand new Rollie, bring it back
I got a n***a, be slangin' moss and bleach and blocks, he'll leave it wet
These n***as join hoods, say R.I.P. to n***as they never met
All my drank buddies right now, they makin' love to Tris and Tech
[Chorus]
I'm from the bottom of West Memphis where they leave your shit on [?]
I'm from Foxwood, n***a, they knock you off, you speak on wax
Know you heard about that young n***a with the goals, who the fuck is Fatt?
I'm in the trap with a freaky bitch, I'm breakin' a bow and breakin' her back
Count up them bitches, see me sweat, 'bout that business, can't speak on that
In my city, it's bound to go down, you [?] against a fool, you might get stretched
Young n***as ridin' but don't know how to finish school, but they know how to work that Tech
My n***a's serious in the kitchen, when he whip it, he wear hair nets