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Fatt Blacc Twins
Maxo Kream
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(Ay, Tez, this you?)
Kream Clicc, gang, gang
Maxo, Maxo, Maxo, Maxo
Aight (let's go)
Fat, Black, gap-toothed, and I still be fuckin' skinny hos (ah-ha)
Weed, Percs, syrup, work, trappin' I could get it gone (yeah)
Addicted to that syrup, shh, I'll blick my granny for it
Extendo on the glizzy, this bitch shoot just like a semicolon
Me and BFB the fat twins, I just look better (fo' sure)
No escalator, elevators, all my niggas real steppers
He's cappin', I'm more sexy, only fuck with hos who messy
Ratchet bitches be a blessin', Dodge or Benz, don't fuck with Tesla
Okay, I take my shirt off and your lil' hos try to molest me (ho)
I fucked this bitch, she top me off, I played it off like she my bestie (ah-ha)
Glock with a dick, I add a button, watch it switch like Caitlyn Jenner
Ray Charles, Stevie Wonder, walk with sticks like blind niggas
I can't wait until the day I scratch Miss Lizzo off my checklist (yeah)
Uh, she with a skinny nigga, that's why she ignores my message (alright)
Told Dallas Martin to tell lil' baby, don't she miss her blesser? (Uh-huh)
Real North Flint nigga gettin' money out in Texas
Thirty sticks in the studio, BFB lookin' real nervous (for real)
I be with real street niggas, I don't bun fight in the murders (for real)
Still cut Perkies with the fentanyl, just put a lower dose (for real?)
I serve you work but don't send me your music fan custos be the worst
Police come and question me 'bout cocaine and some murders
Pussy bitch, I work for UPS, I know you niggas hurt
Oh, side note, I snuck them bitches in the plane in granny girdle
Gotta have it, I be trickin' on the bitches that be squirters (yo)
Police grabbed us for the RICO when one pussy nigga snitched (bitch)
God forgive, I don't forget, so when I catch him, he get spinned (boom)
Bogart Hi-Tech, mixin' seals, my cup real dirty like Flint water
One-twenty-one, one-thirty-nine, I fucked a mother and her daughter
Quagen in my Fanta, sellin' pints in East Atlanta
Got a fiend from out the SWA and I nicknamed him Country Grammar
Ay, my favorite bitch a stripper ho, the pussy taste like candy
I'ma get that check regardless, either rap or trap or scammin'
Fat, Black, gap-toothed, and I still be fuckin' skinny hos
Weed, Percs, syrup, work, trappin' I could get it gone (damn)
Addicted to that syrup, shh, I'll blick my granny for it
Extendo on the glizzy, this bitch shoot just like a semicolon
Me and BFB the fat twins, I just look better
No escalator, elevators, all my niggas real steppers (what?)
He's cappin', I'm more sexy, only fuck with hos who messy
Ratchet bitches just be a blessin', Dodge or Benz, don't fuck with Tesla
(Tesla, ah, Tesla, Tesla)
Tesla
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