Fat Albert lyrics

[Intro]
Yo yo yo yo (Load all the money), yo son, you don't even know my style man
Back up off me son, word to mother

[Verse 1]
He said he know a n*gga harder than me, boy, don't lie to me
I'm pass what you tryna be, and I wasn't even tryna be
I got n*ggas used to look up to me, they be tryna beef
I hope you don't try boy, we strapped just like Prada sneaks
Everyday I wake up, n*ggas tryna get some clout from me
He swear he fighting demons, but ain't never made a opp deceased
How the f*ck you drippin', damn near all that sh*t you rocking cheap
Ion buy no bundles, 'cause my b*tch she bad ain't got no weave
She beneficial, ride with me, spent yo check buyin' lean
You ignorant, you plot on me, I'll give you wings like Robin jeans
This b*tch, she really tripping, tryna f*ck me without toppin' me
We ballin' like the Pistons but we shooting for the Roxy team

[Interlude]
Yeah, 'til this day

[Verse 2]
You a little man, yeah brodie told me what you said
I'm the bigger man, take chart, then I get it in
You a gimmick man, real talk, you just Instagram
I can get the grams, white tan, they in the milligrams
I can send a man, all black, they'll strip a man
We secure the bag, secret stash in the minivan
I throw on a mask, gimme that, boy don't lift a hand
I just buss a juug, made 6 racks off a middle man
I could get you all off the boy, like I'm Killa Cam
Get like 20 jags, clear the names, do that sh*t again
[Interlude]
This fun, I should do this more often

[Verse 3]
Fake n*ggas shake hands, ain't no friend in me
This the fifth time I poured dark and it ain't Hennessey
He work at GM, but rap about the bag, OMG
I f*cked his BM, he telling n*ggas that we enemies
I got a DM, a n*gga said "Do you remember me?"
My cousin asked me "Did they find out who shot Lil Reese?"
How the f*ck I'm 'posed to know?
On the Caddy dueces on the front, the back got 23s
Out in Cali, got a plug to show you money grow on trees
In the A, my n*ggas drivin' foreigns down to Sandy Springs
Why you staring? Cause the new McLaren look like it got wings
I'm so high, it look like I'm muggin', b*tches say I'm mean
I just snuck the gun in the club, they ain't pat on me (Fah fah fah fah)
Tragedy, how the f*ck is you a jackboy, you from Battle Creek?
You a peasant, I'm a King, I'm like Omri Casspi
Since we put him on the shelf, he been looking ashy
Let's see, who can get a M the fastest
I make, his b*tch disappear like Casper
He want, his baby back like fat bast*rd
I won't, let up boy, I'm adding pressure
I play, with the boy, like Hugh Hefner
I hey, hey hey Fat Albert
[Outro]
Gang Gang Gang man brothers only, wavy navy
Ganger know what the f*ck going on man
Free my n*gga Peezy
You n*ggas wanna think like us
Wanna take our, but it's so hard (Oooh)
You n*ggas wanna be like Mike
You n*ggas wanna take our life
But it's so hard