[Chorus: Joey Fatts]
Hop in that [?] body, swerve
Young nigga straight off the curb
Really get to it, boy, fuck what you heard
[?] on ice
My bitch [?] splurge
I tell her don't trip on the price
But she's still mad, girl, you got your nerve
Hella boujee but not for the burbs
[?] my hand up her skirt
And we ride with my strap in her purse
[?] taking the charge
They ask how I'm living, I'm living it large, ayy
Cut throat, let no one or no thing come between [?]
[Verse 1: Joey Fatts]
[?] ashes on my chrome hearts
My bitch told me she was leaving but I'm knowing that she never go far
My lil bro got a demon, drive that bitch like it was a go-kart
All thе shit that we achieving, we ain't got a choicе but to go hard (Go hard, nigga)
Self-made, need a real paid bitch who gon' suck and fuck and don't say shit
I brought the homies, girl, who you came with?
In some years from now we gon' be on the same shit
All blue strips in the duffel, money gon' be coming in double
Mac and cheese coming out truffle
Just stuck in my rich nigga ways now
Let a bitch nigga play now
Once we get that location my niggas gon' slide
We treat that boy's block like a playground
Before the pandemic I wasn't outside
I been getting money since K-Town
Nigga get down and you can lay do
Wn with the same niggas 'cause they stayed down
Since we moved packs on greyhounds
I'm way out of these niggas range now
And all of my niggas is paid now
Out [?] grinding myself
Hit the bank, deposit $100K, that's just notch in the belt, Fatts
[Chorus: Joey Fatts]
Hop in that [?] body, swerve
Young nigga straight off the curb
Really get to it, boy, fuck what you heard
[?] on ice
My bitch [?] splurge
I tell her don't trip on the price
But she's still mad, girl, you got your nerve
Hella boujee but not for the burbs
[?] my hand up her skirt
And we ride with my strap in her purse
[?] taking the charge
They ask how I'm living, I'm living it large, ayy
Cut throat, let no one or no thing come between [?]
[Verse 2: Dave East]
Hella boujee, my crib in the burbs
Hop in my Maybach and swerve
Smoking, I'm knocking G Herb
[?] niggas get on my nerve
Y'all niggas got some nerve
I don't drink lean no more
I almost relapsed 'cause I got some syrup
[?] right off the curb
[?] my pocket, tryna make profit
Niggas is trash, the rest of 'em garbage
[?] stuck on my conscience
I [?] back then pull up with chopsticks
Presidential on the Rollie
Pockets is fat, I be feeling like Joey (My nigga)
See me on Instagram but you don't know me
See you on TV, you niggas don't know me
If I'm in LA you know I'm in the [?]
I got the drop that I got from a birdie
I feel like Pac, I'ma pop it like [?]
Louis my socks, I be coppin' shit early
I'm [?] and I'm thinkin' 'bout Yams
And I [?] on the grams
Pull up in pink like I'm Cam
Used to think what I can keep off these grams
I'm talking staircase, private sales
Niggas'll murder you bear face
No mask, we toe tag
Know a nigga did it when he stay away
Grimy niggas, they be still around
At the funeral and all that
With your name on their ball cap
Claiming they love you, it's all cap
[?] they call, I don't call back
I feel the [?] through their handshake
No witness [?] can't trace
They know I'm the artist they can't trace
[?] look in the mirror and can't face
[?]
[Chorus: Joey Fatts]
Hop in that [?] body, swerve
Young nigga straight off the curb
Really get to it, boy, fuck what you heard
[?] on ice
My bitch [?] splurge
I tell her don't trip on the price
But she's still mad, girl, you got your nerve
Hella boujee but not for the burbs
[?] my hand up her skirt
And we ride with my strap in her purse
[?] taking the charge
They ask how I'm living, I'm living it large, ayy
Cut throat, let no one or no thing come between [?]
Hop in that [?] body, swerve
Young nigga straight off the curb
Really get to it, boy, fuck what you heard
[?] on ice
My bitch [?] splurge
I tell her don't trip on the price
But she's still mad, girl, you got your nerve
Hella boujee but not for the burbs
[?] my hand up her skirt
And we ride with my strap in her purse
[?] taking the charge
They ask how I'm living, I'm living it large, ayy
Cut throat, let no one or no thing come between [?]
[Verse 1: Joey Fatts]
[?] ashes on my chrome hearts
My bitch told me she was leaving but I'm knowing that she never go far
My lil bro got a demon, drive that bitch like it was a go-kart
All thе shit that we achieving, we ain't got a choicе but to go hard (Go hard, nigga)
Self-made, need a real paid bitch who gon' suck and fuck and don't say shit
I brought the homies, girl, who you came with?
In some years from now we gon' be on the same shit
All blue strips in the duffel, money gon' be coming in double
Mac and cheese coming out truffle
Just stuck in my rich nigga ways now
Let a bitch nigga play now
Once we get that location my niggas gon' slide
We treat that boy's block like a playground
Before the pandemic I wasn't outside
I been getting money since K-Town
Nigga get down and you can lay do
Wn with the same niggas 'cause they stayed down
Since we moved packs on greyhounds
I'm way out of these niggas range now
And all of my niggas is paid now
Out [?] grinding myself
Hit the bank, deposit $100K, that's just notch in the belt, Fatts
[Chorus: Joey Fatts]
Hop in that [?] body, swerve
Young nigga straight off the curb
Really get to it, boy, fuck what you heard
[?] on ice
My bitch [?] splurge
I tell her don't trip on the price
But she's still mad, girl, you got your nerve
Hella boujee but not for the burbs
[?] my hand up her skirt
And we ride with my strap in her purse
[?] taking the charge
They ask how I'm living, I'm living it large, ayy
Cut throat, let no one or no thing come between [?]
[Verse 2: Dave East]
Hella boujee, my crib in the burbs
Hop in my Maybach and swerve
Smoking, I'm knocking G Herb
[?] niggas get on my nerve
Y'all niggas got some nerve
I don't drink lean no more
I almost relapsed 'cause I got some syrup
[?] right off the curb
[?] my pocket, tryna make profit
Niggas is trash, the rest of 'em garbage
[?] stuck on my conscience
I [?] back then pull up with chopsticks
Presidential on the Rollie
Pockets is fat, I be feeling like Joey (My nigga)
See me on Instagram but you don't know me
See you on TV, you niggas don't know me
If I'm in LA you know I'm in the [?]
I got the drop that I got from a birdie
I feel like Pac, I'ma pop it like [?]
Louis my socks, I be coppin' shit early
I'm [?] and I'm thinkin' 'bout Yams
And I [?] on the grams
Pull up in pink like I'm Cam
Used to think what I can keep off these grams
I'm talking staircase, private sales
Niggas'll murder you bear face
No mask, we toe tag
Know a nigga did it when he stay away
Grimy niggas, they be still around
At the funeral and all that
With your name on their ball cap
Claiming they love you, it's all cap
[?] they call, I don't call back
I feel the [?] through their handshake
No witness [?] can't trace
They know I'm the artist they can't trace
[?] look in the mirror and can't face
[?]
[Chorus: Joey Fatts]
Hop in that [?] body, swerve
Young nigga straight off the curb
Really get to it, boy, fuck what you heard
[?] on ice
My bitch [?] splurge
I tell her don't trip on the price
But she's still mad, girl, you got your nerve
Hella boujee but not for the burbs
[?] my hand up her skirt
And we ride with my strap in her purse
[?] taking the charge
They ask how I'm living, I'm living it large, ayy
Cut throat, let no one or no thing come between [?]
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