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Fat Trel

"Datz Kool"

[Verse 1:]
f*ck Police I smoke like I ride and I ride like A G
And if I'm in the Chi I'ma ride to the D with a 9 on my side, on my side is a piece
I be young black n*gga love to roll the pack in the trap fat n*gga
Pull up with the mac war to my back, roll another fat
Matter fact better shoot back n*gga
Wait, he only eat it for steak on the plate
Slumpy with chicken this n*ggas is straight
You thought I was new but the truth is you late
You look a snake and your jewelry is fake
I basically say I don't f*ck with you n*ggas
Trust me its nothing to bust at you n*ggas
n*ggas is snitching and b*tches is watching I rather just choose not to pop at ya top
See all of the b*tches I f*ck and the money
I got em and I'm thinking like why should i stop
Check in the bag this sh*t getting sad
I'm running through b*tches I knew I would have
Thinking of scooping a coupe or a jag
Scoop up the crew, do what we do
Go tell my ho pour a four in a two
Say somebody was broke and I know it was you
That ain't really what the real players do
f*ck a ho right for a day or two
Take the pus*y from the hood, If the pus*y real good then you know a real n*gga gotta share you
Now that's player fool
Ride around my city like the mayor fool
Keep this sh*t 100, if I see it I'ma want it
Got a hundred round choppa, you ain't taking nothing from me
All I know is I'ma keep it 300
Quick feet if a n*gga sweet we comin'
6 feet let em leak laying on his stomach, you don't really want it
Laying down run it
Need money, everything money
Pull up on the scene ain't a damn thing funny
Think sh*t a dream how you ain't never seen money
Got the white with clean dirty magazine money
Get money, f*ck hoes
I'll peel a P-7 truck slow
Take a seven out the P puff dro
I ain't greedy take 3 f*ck 4
Let's go pop a molly roll
How the f*ck he say he ballin', his Ferragamo stollen
Right wrist bright b*tch rolex, rollie
Wifey come from Cali but she don't know Kobe
I'm lonely sitting at the top
Big face watch in a big boy drop
Got one shot, you shoot I pop whether or not I'd advise you to stop
I be wild as a fool walking through the crowd blowing loud with the crew
Rolling with a down, hear the sound of the tool
Never come around cause my shooter he a fool

[Outro:]
It's me, it's you, get money what the f*ck we do
Let the choppa hit him up datz kool
Let the coppers do what they do
Cause my Glock is matching my shoes
My swagger matching my boo
I done ran thru half of her crew
Let me stop the track datz kool
Get money what the f*ck we do
Let the choppa hit em up datz kool
Get money what the f*ck we do
Let the choppa hit him up datz kool
Cause my Glock is matching my shoes
My swagger matching my boo
I done ran thru half of her crew
Let me stop the track datz kool
Get money what the f*ck we do
Let the choppa hit him up datz kool
Get money what the f*ck we do
Let the choppa hit him up datz kool

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