Fix My Hat lyrics

[Intro]
Ugh
Ugh
Yeah
Ugh

[Verse 1]
Swagger in place, now let me get to it
I'm badder than your n*gga and the n*ggas next to him
I do me, b*tch, what are you doin'?
Teardrop Tune got you b*tches boohooin'
Weezy F. Baby ga-ga-goo-gooin'
And girl, I swear, if you start chewin', I'm suin'
Ha, yeah, and to the paper, I'm gluin'
And my trunk ain't big, but big enough to fit you in
Have your people like "Where the hell you went?"
They find your ass with everything but movement
And money talks, and I speak it fluent
And I keep them tools so don't be screwin' around
Yptown in this b*tch like always
Young Money on the grind, no off-days
Young Money got cheese like hog heads
Now lay it down just like MJG and Ball said

[Interlude]
Yeah, yeah
Mm-mm
And I'm... I'm so hardbody
So... now I'm so hardbody
What you n*ggas wan' do?
That's a big difference from what you're gon' do, yeah
Haha, spotlight on you, yeah
Haha
[Hook]
Hol' up, let me fix my hat
Hol' up, hol' up, let me fix my hat (Fix my hat)
Hol' up (Hol' up), let me fix my hat
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, my hat, my hat
Hol' up (Hol' up), let me fix my gat
Hol' up (Hol' up, hol' up), let me fix my gat, my gat
Hol' up, let me fix my gat
Hol' up, hol' up, let me— ehehe!

[Verse 2]
My brother Marley G said, "You boys ain't sh*t
You can't name a bad b*tch that the boy ain't with"
Same bad b*tch that the boy came with
Same bad b*tch that you boys can't get
I'll be goddamned if the Marl ain't hit
Take your girl and straight spoil that b*tch
You know my n*ggas? Yeah, I give them all that b*tch
Then drop her ass off and never call that b*tch
Ya dig? My brother Mack Maine taught me that
I swear it's like the n*gga wrote the game almanac
Dude! How could you even want her back?
And just in case I forget my name, I made her get it on her back, yeah

[Hook]
Hol' up, let me fix my hat
Hol' up, hol' up, let me fix my hat (Fix my hat)
Hol' up (Hol' up), let me fix my hat
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, my hat, my hat
Hol' up (Hol' up), let me fix my gat
Hol' up (Hol' up, hol' up), let me fix my gat, my gat
Hol' up, let me fix my gat
Hol' up, hol' up, let me— ehehe!
[Verse 3]
Hollygrove animal, come on, try and tame me
Tell your ma I'm bad, and tell your grandma I'm dangerous
Tell your pa he pus*y, tell your brother he a b*tch
I "On yo' mark, set, go", run in his sh*t
I'm thuggin' this b*tch on some rock-and-roll sh*t
Need Calamine lotion, see, my pockets swole, b*tch
And they wonder why I sing and changed all my outfits?
'Cause all y'all rappers ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t
I'ma ball out, b*tch, and, boy, I wish all
Y'all as*h*les get off my di*k, pause
New Orleans 'til I die
Secondline, secondline, tambourines in the sky, yeah!

[Hook]
Hol' up, let me fix my hat
Hol' up, hol' up, let me fix my hat (Fix my hat)
Hol' up (Hol' up), let me fix my hat
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, my hat, my hat
Hol' up (Hol' up), let me fix my gat
Hol' up (Hol' up, hol' up), let me fix my gat, my gat
Hol' up, let me fix my gat
Hol' up, hol' up, let me— ehehe!