YTB Fatt - RFW Lyrics

You're talkin' to the Rolex wearin'
Diamond ring wearin'
Kiss stealin', woo
Wheelin' dealin'
Limousine ridin'
Jet flyin', son of a gun
And I'm havin' a hard time holdin' these alligators down, woo
(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy)
Frrt, frrt (ooh, ooh)
Ooh
Ooh, ooh

I just saved gangsta hip hop, nigga, everybody back on one accord (ooh, ooh)
Just spent a thousand on some flip flops, nigga, imagine what I spend on them swords (ooh)
They just brought that gangsta out me, I been tryna chill
But these bitch ass niggas playin' on the internet, what it ain't or is
Who the f*ck puttin' the police in it?
Who the f*ck puttin' they mama in it? (Nigga)
So when a bitch ass nigga drop, make sure you tell the police what it ain't is
I'm tired of hearin' rumors, nigga (ooh)
Tired of hearin' pussy sayin' what they gon' do when I hit the crib
F*ckin' right I'm slidin' bulleproof
F*ckin' right I'm stayin' in touch with my troops
'Cause they ain't just no yes man, they gon' tell me how they feel
Detective say I'm puttin' money on niggas' hats
I wonder who told him that, these niggas the f*ckin' police for real (ooh)
This shit get scary, "Fox how you find that out?"
'Cause I had a bond with killers before the M's (ooh)

It's like, this shit be like
It's like this shit be fun on the internet but
When this shit get serious like
It's like nigga get to, you know
Doin' this and this when it get for real (ooh)

My mama know what's up with me, niggas think before they play with me
I just met Dro a year ago, but he know what's up with me
Rod Wave say, "Fatt Fox, save your money"
I talked to Gotti he said, "Two hundred percent of this shit"
Wham say, "Leave the streets"
I talked to Jook, he say, "Keep hustlin"
DaBaby said, "Keep grindin"
I talked to Speak, he say, "Keep yo' faith in me" (nigga)
"Young nigga, you gon' be big," word from CMG B
And Durk hit me sometimes like, "Fox you belt to ass with these beats" (ooh)
Any nigga play, they got it, these niggas be p-
These niggas be pissin' me off, so what I be finna say on the 'Gram
I say it on these beats (ooh, ooh, ooh)
That's how the Foxes handle the switches when they creep, nigga
I make forty-six thousand in two shows
And I counted by my hand, 'cause I like my money real neat
I ain't come flexin' this shit to play with these rappers
I ain't finna start no new beef
I'll go back home, 'cause my whole city want me six feet
Niggas, niggas know what I got my trust in
When I got the frrt, nigga
When I got the frrt, SRT truck what I pull up in
I ain't risk goin' live, yellin', nigga, hollerin' at my screen
'Cause I really got some men that'll drop you and pick up ten (ooh)
Maybach, two hundred, that's for the summer
One-point-one for the new house, nigga
That's a f*ckin' million cash for my f*ckin' mama
Six bedrooms, I got kitchen with me, nigga
And I been rockin' the shit out that blue
'Cause I'm puttin' up blue hundreds for the summer
Stop cashin' out on them cars
Stop buyin' them high-end clothes
Put that money up, word from my mama
And you know your son got you
We came from shit, that's why she started f*ckin' cryin' when I showed her six hundred