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datz kool - fat trel lyrics

[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 p-ssy from the hood, if the p-ssy 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 d-mn 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

- fat trel lyrics

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