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young ns - fat trel lyrics

[intro: fat trel]
i don’t know what to say on the intro, man, we just gon’… turn up
you feel me?
b*b*b*bang
ay hold up

[chorus: fat trel]
i got the club on swole, woah, control your ho, young n*gga
i’m in the trap in the back with the strap, it’s ready to blow, young n*gga (boom)
i’m in the kitchen, i whip on the stove, i got it to go, young n*gga
you need a loan, young n*gga, leave me alone, young n*gga
i get ’em gone, young n*gga, shoot like malone, young n*gga (bow)
i’m bad to the bone, young n*gga, they say this a song, young n*gga
got it on my own, young n*gga, i’m in the zone, young n*gga
i play on my phone, young n*gga, lower your tone, young n*gga

[verse 1: fat trel & no savage]
woah, i been workin’, i been serving in traffic
i wrap a brick up in plastic
sh*t dissappear like its magic
try me, get put in a casket
beefin’ with me, it get tragic
i make a play like i’m magic
i’m done with the b*tch, i done had it
i pop me a perc and i smash it
i’m really gettin’ it, whippin’ it
weighing the packages, sending it
i hope you got it, it’s ten of ’em
and come to this trap, and i’m diligent
you act like you don’t know the difference
you f*ckin’ them b*tches, i’m pimpin’ ’em
this b*tch really think i’m a gentleman
these n*ggas g*y and i’m really not feelin’ ’em
what you gon’ do?
i’ma just count up the dividends
i’ma collect me a bag
i went to the church with the strap on
what else?
i’m on the flight with the gas
i’m whippin’ this b*tch like a jag
she f*ckin’ on me and my man
this chopper’ll give you a tan
this chopper, it come from j*pan
[chorus: fat trel]
i got the club on swole, woah, control your ho, young n*gga
i’m in the trap in the back with the strap, it’s ready to blow, young n*gga (boom)
i’m in the kitchen, i whip on the stove, i got it to go, young n*gga
you need a loan, young n*gga, leave me alone, young n*gga
i get ’em gone, young n*gga, shoot like malone, young n*gga (bow)
i’m bad to the bone, young n*gga, they say this a song, young n*gga
got it on my own, young n*gga, i’m in the zone, young n*gga
i play on my phone, young n*gga, lower your tone, young n*gga

[verse 2: no savage]
i’m in the club with guns and young ass b*tches
it ain’t hard, i do it for fun, n*gga
whip out the glizzy, i’m not tryna bump with a n*gga
did this sh*t by myself, i’m not frontin’ that n*gga
do this sh*t for the k!llers and robbers
i f*ck with the steppers, and f*ck with the mobsters
n*ggas like b*tches, they tellin’ and gossip
copped me a pint just to sip out the bottle
racks in my pocket, can’t f*ck with no broke b*tch
i need a b*tch with some money that know sh*t
you gon’ be a hundred or gon’ be a ho b*tch
talkin’ that sh*t, i’ma come see whats up with ’em
hot ass n*gga, you know i don’t f*ck with ’em
b*tches done switched, so i can’t put no trust in ’em
g19, got like 31 in in it
i was just down in this sh*t, now i’m up in it
[chorus: fat trel]
i got the club on swole, woah, control your ho, young n*gga
i’m in the trap in the back with the strap, it’s ready to blow, young n*gga (boom)
i’m in the kitchen, i whip on the stove, i got it to go, young n*gga
you need a loan, young n*gga, leave me alone, young n*gga
i get ’em gone, young n*gga, shoot like malone, young n*gga (bow)
i’m bad to the bone, young n*gga, they say this a song, young n*gga
got it on my own, young n*gga, i’m in the zone, young n*gga
i play on my phone, young n*gga, lower your tone, young n*gga

- fat trel lyrics

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