Fattmack Remedy
[Intro]
Aye, Aye, Aye
Aye, Aye
(Fatt), Fatt
We gon' Spin
Li' Marc, that my twin
Fatt, Aye
[Verse 1]
Li' Marc, that my twin
We gon' spin (Spin)
Shit for real, out here in these streets, if you ain't like that don't pretend
I get locked, i call up my Momma, when we drill, i call up ken (Ken)
High as f..ck, it's hard for me too stand, but I'm still on all ten (Ten)
Step on shit like Crash Dacky, we done dirty the Air Ratchet
We done got the drop, he movin' out, we sendin' niggas packin'
Tell the truth, up in the booth bitch, you a rat, and I'm a rack, how that happened?
If i catch ‘em, I'm gon' stretch ‘em, word to tali
I had zaza, in my front door, with the weed mask up in cali
Bro was strapped up, in my first show, even though ain't nothin' happen
I got no opps, left
Every time, a nigga play, we step
Call the guys, couldn't get no one to ride, I'm slidin' by myself
Never mind, I'll get lil' bro to drive, while i shoot like Stephen
Smoke like, I'm a chimney, ‘fore a broken heart, the pills and weed, it been my remedy
I been in, a lot of different bitches, my life listerien
I know i got money, but this shit don't put my mind on ‘E
Yeah, standin' in the rain, i could never hate the f..ckin' playa, shit, i love the game
I can't even sit, and lie like all this motion, ain't just change me
I might switch to R&B, she call my parents, when I'm singin', uh
Yea, ridin' around the city, armed and dangerous, i shoot first and ask her f..ckin' questions right after i spank her
You could rock that f..ckin' vest, but you can't bulletproof your brain
Tryna walk in Johnny Dang, and drop a 100 on my chain, and my teeth
You was somewhere, doing you, where i was, real as i could be
Put a switch up on that, choppa, i ain't gonna let my momma gred
Bitch, I'm a star, you know not to have no panites on, when you get in my car
She say, she a fan i let her hit the weed, i take that bitch to mars
They wonder how I'm keepin' it goin'
f..cked a opp bitch ‘till the mornin', put a muscle in my groin
We can't bring them f..ckin' choppas, in this bitch then we ain't goin'
Know I'm really, from the trenches mixed, Ralph Lauren
