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Credits
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Fat Trel
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Martrel Reeves
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Walking where you **** walking
I be coming, baby
[Verse 2]
While I was with my kin folk
What you here for?
I was outside smoking indo
Fuck the opposition, ****, Winslow
Feds watching, watch out for the Winslow
How you shoot your chopper with ya eyes closed?
Prescription from the doctor, what ya lie for?
How you **** ridin' 'round with my ho?
I'ma hit the kitchen, put my nine on
[Verse 3]
Fuck these bitches, I'ma get my grind on
I'ma hit the jeweler, get my shine on
Hittin' different bitches, different time zones
Dirty in my cup'll get your mind blown
I come from the District, bitch, it's my home
Playing with my shit, you get your mind gone
Posted in the trenches with some fly hoes
You could prolly call this bitch a fly zone
[Verse 4]
My lil bitch invested, keep that pussy wet
I'ma Facetime, where that pussy at?
Heard he sneak, dissing, where that pussy at?
I'm a big dawg, you a pussycat
I just puled up in a truck on clean
Look at my ice, on freeze, on freeze
I just drink, lean on, lean on, lean
I just tote a Glock, fifty shots with the beam
[Verse 5]
If she wanna fuck, she gon' through the whole team
If she want bro, I'ma let her roll weed
She watch you call (What you call that?)
Lil bitch, I'm a baller (On my ball cap)
[Verse 6]
I'm the definition of dude
Okay, what is it about you that makes you be labelled a thug?
I don't go for nothin'
Ain't no gangbanger, ain't nobody chump me, they big or small
I ain't goin' for nothin'
I'ma handle mind the best way I can
If I gotta, I gotta stab somebody, kill somebody, rob somebody
Take somebody's stuff, do what I can
If I can't get it, I'ma take it
[Verse 7]
How you shoot your chopper with ya eyes closed?
Prescription from the doctor, what ya lie for?
How you **** ridin' 'round with my ho?
I'ma hit the kitchen, put my nine on
Fuck these bitches, I'ma get my grind on
I'ma hit the jeweler, get my shine on
Hittin' different bitches, different time zones
Dirty in my cup'll get your mind blown
[Verse 8]
Now I'm the type to pull up with my mask down
Shoot a whole trap, take the bags down
Burner run a whip, take the tag down
I just got an opper, I could laugh now
My lil bitch, she walkin' with her pants down
In the kitchen, whipping with her ass out
Police's surround me, I'ma blast out
Cash out, hell cat, I took the fast route
[Verse 9]
Grab a cup of Sprit on the bike, no way
I was killing white, I was like OJ
Dat boy wanna fight, got a pipe, okay
I'm just livin' life, shootin' dice on the plane
[Verse 10]
I just flew to Jupiter, 'cause these bitches were stupider
That bitch say she knew the words
I had to ask her "Who is her?"
I was in the go yard, but my bitch a Louis purse
My lil **** so hard
Prolly why he shoot it first
Glock, Glock
[Verse 11]
How you shoot your chopper with ya eyes closed?
Prescription from the doctor, what ya lie for?
How you **** ridin' 'round with my ho?
I'ma hit the kitchen, put my nine on
Fuck these bitches, I'ma get my grind on
I'ma hit the jeweler, get my shine on
Hittin' different bitches, different time zones
Dirty in my cup'll get your mind blown
[Verse 12]
Call my **** Ty like get yo forty-five right
Pull on this ****, man, make sure he got them pies right
He ain't got a trust a ****, keepin' me in hindsight
You might have to pop a ****, Glock'll take his eyesight
[Verse 13]
We was in a white way, coolin' with my white bitch
Took a trip to B&E, partyin' the nightshift
I'ma put the drum on it, she say it a nice clip
My lil bitch a young woman, but she got some nice hips
Written by: Martrel Reeves