YTB Fatt - Who Is Fatt Lyrics

Uh, who is Fatt, nigga?
Uh, they like, who is Fatt, nigga?
Who is Fatt, nigga?
Nigga
Who is Fatt, nigga?
Who is Fatt, nigga?
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

I'm from the bottom of West Memphis where they leave your shit on flat
I'm from Foxwood, nigga, they knock you off, you speak on wax
Know you heard about that young nigga with the goals, who the f*ck is Fatt?
I'm in the trap with a freaky bitch, I'm breakin' a bow and breakin' her back
Count up them bitches, see me sweat, 'bout that business, can't speak on that
In my city, it's bound to go down, you (?) against a fool, you might get stretched
Young niggas ridin' but don't know how to finish school, but they know how to work that Tech
My nigga's serious in the kitchen, when he whip it, he wear hair nets

We've been stamped our name in the city, every time they play, we pass a test
Nigga, you can talk that gangster shit all you want, whole time, you just talk out your neck
Nigga, I'm the youngest nigga in my city doin' it, they like, "He up next"
I got a nigga so greedy in the kitchen, every time he cook it, he make it stretch
Every time I pop out in sum'n by the city, who is that?
Break that pack out that fanny pack, they say lil' dude got the best
Every time I tell my gang to score, that shit be nothin' but net
Every hood I step in, I'ma make sure them bitches remember Fatt
These niggas really ain't livin' that shit they rappin' 'bout, so don't speak on that
Gave my nigga a hundred-fifty years, that shit had hurt my flesh
I'm with ATL, man, a SRT with a switch, it sound like a TEC
My young nigga say, "Give me a honeybun," I'll stick him and hit my rack
Nigga, we heard that shit you said, it's too late, can't take it back
Nigga, these .762s, we got that shit, leave a fat ass nigga flat
I just told my nigga, when you see him, make sure you handle that
I'm with Velle, they Finball, roll a nigga, he'll leave you fla
I'm with the pimpin', breakin' bitches, brand new Rollie, bring it back
I got a nigga, be slangin' moss and bleach and blocks, he'll leave it wet
These niggas join hoods, say R.I.P. to niggas they never met
All my drank buddies right now, they makin' love to Tris and Tech

I'm from the bottom of West Memphis where they leave your shit on (?)
I'm from Foxwood, nigga, they knock you off, you speak on wax
Know you heard about that young nigga with the goals, who the f*ck is Fatt?
I'm in the trap with a freaky bitch, I'm breakin' a bow and breakin' her back
Count up them bitches, see me sweat, 'bout that business, can't speak on that
In my city, it's bound to go down, you (?) against a fool, you might get stretched
Young niggas ridin' but don't know how to finish school, but they know how to work that Tech
My nigga's serious in the kitchen, when he whip it, he wear hair nets