[Intro]
Anyi bu onwa
Onwa ne tili ora
Onwa puta anyi afuya
An' Edo social club
Ooh

[Chorus: Fat & Tobe Nwigwe]
Alert, alert, alert, alert
It’s a whole lotta cap in this ho
Alert, alert, alert, alert
Hell nah, I ain't dappin' you hoes
Alert, alert, alert, alert
Big fashion, the fit get appraised
Alert, alert, alert, alert
EpiPen on me, I’m allergic to the fake

[Post-Chorus: Fat & Tobe Nwigwe]
Four 5th hit my little n***a like, yee
Choppa bullets made 'em dance
N***a sold pills, sold crack, sold weed
Had it going three for ten
Blood in his eyes, you could see it through the ski
Stick talk got a n***a losing limbs
Had little buddy prostrate in the street
It's a heaven for a G, amen
[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe & Fat]
I'm from the swat where boys'll pull up with that grah-ta-ta-ta for ya top (Brrr)
If a n***a hate me, he got CTE, that or he really hate God (God)
I been creatin' space, pullin' n***as ou they graves clippin' tags off a toes, oh
I ain’t gaining weight when I say I got Fat in this ho (Fat n***a)
Make the beat hollow, it’s a hard pill to swallow if you ain't a real n***a (Ah)
If you still whippin’ chickin in the kitchen, I can't build with ya, I got deals, n***a (Ah)
Operated like a field, n***a (Slay), then I switch to house on a hill, n***a (Ayy)
But around my way folk still keep a KKK 'cause they kill n***as (Ayy)

[Interlude: Tobe Nwigwe]
Let us bow our head in prayer real quick
Heavenly Father I come against the spirit of ho n***a
Let it never touch me, my wife, my children
Or those we love dear
In Jesus name, amen

[Verse 2: Tobe Nwigwe & Fat]
Ooh
Don't do beef that’s lamb in the gyro, keep a four fifth full of pyro (Fire)
In the streets every dog I know keep purp and heat like Spyro (Ugh)
Side note, lost so many wolves to the night, might howl like a coyote, fat (Ah-ooh)
Stick in hand, no maestro (Dance)
I move like disciples (Dance)
My flow bad like Michael (Dance)
Eve came from Adam, feel like God pulled Fat out me, lipo (Sheesh)
The wave I'm on is tidal, vital, might go viral, deep in silos
Where they up the fye on rivals (Yeah)
I know psychos (Yeah) that puff nitro (Yeah) and pack riffles (Yeah)
But be stiffled (Yeah) when they analyze the cycles of what made (Yeah) them homicidal (Yeah)
Maybe idols, maybe idle minds
Either way I've decided
That I'll liberate with all my n***a ways till we all united, ooh