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[intro: fat trel]
(banger)
yeah, i can’t wait
(hb)
okay, so

[verse 1: fat trel]
i’m one of the realest, i’m one of the illest
just got a new check, and i f_cked up the dealer
got a new b_tch, and i bought her chinchilla
kissin’ my neck, and her p_ssy vanilla
cony these beats, and i’m probably a k!ller
just copped a new house, and i’m ridin’ with pillars
gettin’ money, then i’m probably with her
she bring a friend, and i probably hit her
in the back of the bach, with a strap on my lap
double cup, full of act, i might have an attack
f_ck up my face, or get beat with the strap
play with my pay, i pull up with a mac
its me and lil tate, with a drac’, on the map
your sisters are mice, and your daddy a rat
you writin’ a statement, no takin’ it back
maybe you should’ve just stayed where you at

[verse 2: tate kobang]
northside sh_t, you don’t know what the f_ck goin’ on
twenty_eight, twenty_eight, sb sh_t, n_gga
brrt, h_llo? ayy
when you walk in my trap, come straight to the back
put it straight on her plat’
ronald mcdonald, i’m straight with the mac
tryna make mama proud, put my face on the plaque
she sellin’ p_ssy, its straight on the at
still hittin’ l!cks, i got plays on the at
i’m the one who put the city on the map
dripin’ designer, look good in the trap
go home, n_ggas know what’ s up, trap phone
steady blowin’ up, bad b_tch, got her glowin’ up
lean in me, got me slowin’ up
when you see me, i be flaggin’, my n_gga
make a threat, we toe tag ’em, my n_gga
k!ll more, i be draggin’, my n_gga
twitter talk, we body bag ’em, my n_gga, yeah
[verse 3: fat trel]
yeah, i heard them n_ggas don’t like us, huh
i wear the rep with the lipes, huh
i got some k!llers in rikes, huh
i like to whip with no license, huh
beat up the pot, like i’m tyson, huh
i just went shoppin’ at tysons, huh
trap out the trap ’cause i’m righteous, huh
i put my b_tch on the bikes, huh
role play, i put my d_ck on her colgate
bought her this ice, its stone_age
no win, indictment, my whole name
told ’em i’m winnin’, i’m feelin’ it
and my lil new b_tch an immigrant
foot in that p_ssy, i’m k!llin’ it
all of my young n_ggas militant

[verse 4: tate kobang]
huh, brrt, h_llo?
if i’m tryna collect, then, b_tch, what you expect?
ain’t got my money, we straight at your neck
know what i’ve been, like respect with the tec
f_ck how you feel, i just keep sh_t in step
be or be trippin’, she just want a check
b_tch, keep the p_ssy, i just want the neck
choppers on deck, so we don’t wanna reck
still in the trenches, don’t ask where i’m at
i love them strippers, and i’m eatin’ ass
we hittin’ l!cks, and i’m keeping the gats
we slingin’ stones in the house made of glass
don’t do no gucci, no snakes in the grass
i love my city, i’m all that they have
key swept the brick, ’cause we makin’ it last
don’t bump your music, ’cause you n_ggas trash
here for the moment and gone in a flash
i love my n_ggas, i give ’em my last
i dumped your wife, left that b_tch in the past
f_ck with the baby, its still in the trash
lovin’ this muddy, she just do not clash
she put that wet p_ssy all on my ‘stash
you f_ck that b_tch, she gon’ give you a rash
i talked to my cousin straight through the glass
i’m here to k!ll you, i ain’t wear no mask
[outro: tate kobane]
see i don’t think you n_ggas understand, right?
haha, when i talk my sh_t, i talk my sh_t because i can talk my sh_t
you n_ggas can’t ’cause you can’t, you feel me?
i do ’cause i can
who gon’ test me, huh?
i say sb sh_t, ay, 20 gauge, sh_t, ay
got a n_gga b_tch, and she suckin’ on my d_ck, ay
pass her through the clique, ay, hurricane wrist, ay
ay, birck, ay, baby, call me “hurricane chris”
brrt, h_llo?
haha, that way

- fat trel

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