Demo Songtext
von Fatt Macc

That nigga Space was stupid on this one

Yeah, a thousand-gram Cuban make my neck look like a brick
Fat man drip on me, fat fridge, and a bitch
A thousand for these both and that ain′t based off what you get
You can get a hundred, get a double, get you six
Informant giving numbers, Quagen out so high as Trish
Nigga, you a bitch, you like the type to do a split
Yeah, these folks ain't gotta know, you get judged off what you did
You pull up to that store, just don′t forget to bag it in


I'm on California King, the cuzzo on the bunk
I be telling brother chill, but he don't never dump it
One ho I fuck with, her face ain′t nothing, hit from the backside
My Carolina ho, she bad as hell, still fuck her on her stomach
20 hos versus me, and I′ma hit all of 'em
One lil′ ho be catching bowls, and I don't even talk to her
How the fuck is that your mans and he ain′t even slide for you?
He ain't have the style to get the pussies, he bought some

40 floors up, concierge could get to me
I′m on top the world, don't ask me how, bitch, I been jigging
Thought she had a stomach, and her pants is a big pussy
Told her that I want it right now, giving dick to her
Fat water fuck, the funnel look like a fruit punch
Nigga, I just poured up a three on smoke blunts
You can't get this high off of weed, I′m a hos hunter
If rap don′t work, I'm going back, make the dope thunder

Yeah, a thousand-gram Cuban make my neck look like a brick
Fat man drip on me, fat fridge, and a bitch
A thousand for these both and that ain′t based off what you get
You can get a hundred, get a double, get you six
Informant giving numbers, Quagen out so high as Trish
Nigga, you a bitch, you like the type to do a split
Yeah, these folks ain't gotta know, you get judged off what you did
You pull up to that store, just don′t forget to bag it in (bag it in)