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vanish mode - ytb fatt lyrics

[intro]
(oh, that’s mj)
alright
yeah, alright
(cam, you bumped this ho)
uh
uh
(nk, what you got?)

[verse 1]
uh, huh, get even with it, n*gga, get even with it
ain’t no linkin’ when it’s beef, n*gga, the foxes ain’t never split it
n*gga, we ain’t never did it, never call to see who ridin’ with us
rule number one, don’t let ’em hang if they ain’t gang with it
uh, i ain’t lettin’ no new n*gga in this circle, that fake sh*t hurt
uh, i can get ’em k!lled on g pill, i can just pick it—
uh, alright
mama said, “stay safe,” i’m like, “alright”
i know anybody can get it, ain’t worried ’bout sh*t, perfect aim, not alright
i got my lil’ brothers ready to cap out and hitchhike
if i pay ’em ten tonizzight
my young n*gga said just put his name in a song, he’ll get your ass gone by midnight
feelin’ like 50 with all this cheese, got power, n*gga ass ’bout to get right
feelin’ like 50, got all this— uh, yeah, yeah
i send a fit through vanish mode, boy, you better vanish homes
they can’t talk this gangster sh*t like me, n*gga, i’m hands*on
thousand dollars for these d*mn shoes, i got my pradas on
some of these n*ggas left a fox for dead, turnt up on my own
let me turn my mackin’ on, got the recipe to her thong
i got the drop on them boys, ain’t no x out here, i invest in drones
every step you take, i’m watchin’, n*gga, how i remote control
i got the backpack on when i’m in the trenches, that mean the dope controlled
i just sat back and watched, unc’ poured a house in the styrofoam
met this colombian, bad as h*ll, i ain’t put no condom on
i’m a gangster, when i’m with my slimes, i get my slime on
get your shine on, never mind, those some fake*ass rhinestones
i know these n*ggas ain’t want the fox to blow up ’cause, n*gga, i see that now
n*gga must forgot, before i was on break, i had choppers on side the house
dope inside the couch, n*gga, all that sh*t was at my grandma house
i really came from a trap environment, as you see, n*gga, that’s all i talk about
huh, “fatt, hit the club with me,” i ain’t gettin’ paid if i don’t come out the house
how much you want? countin’ cpl jo, this sh*t on the counter, want fifteen thou’
bagg want two hundred, they can’t afford it, so they want the fox right now
two for thirty, meet cpl jo, chop all that sh*t right down
[interlude]
uh, n*gga (alright, alright, alright)
yeah, keep it goin’, keep the beat flowin’, keep the beat flowin’
keep it goin’, keep it goin’
say less, say less

[verse 2]
i got it lit as a b*tch with a round
i could take a fifty out my bank account
i’m tryna get a couple n*ggas put in the ‘spital, i’ll pay that sh*t right now
before i signed, i had dope around
i’m hot for real, i’m the talk of the town
glocks and k!llers in a sprinter, fatt fox puttin’ that b*tch on the run right now

[outro]
n*gga
alright, alright, yeah, alright
alright, uh, alright, yeah, alright
p*ssy
alright

- ytb fatt lyrics

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