Fat Camp

(альбом: Fat Camp - 2015)

[Fat Nick:]
Jugging out in public
Wyling out like nothing
Pouring lean in something
Buffet Boys, we came from nothing
Nothing, nothing
Bitch, we came from nothing
Nothing, nothing
Bitch, we came from nothing

Jugging out in public
Wyling out like nothing
Pouring lean in something
Buffet Boys, we came from nothing
Nothing, nothing
Bitch, we came from nothing
Nothing, nothing
Bitch, we came from nothing

Thumpers out like nothing
[?] to know I'm coming
Giuseppe stepping and running
Loaded clip, I think I'm drumming
Whip my wrist, no pyrex though
Holding work, I got kicked out
Poured a 4, I'm thinking slow
I smoke this dope 'till I don't know
Smartphone flex, I'm trapping, man
My daddy, he a business man
Smoking up, I'm rolling up
My thottie, she be choking up
Can't take yo shit, we getting rich
My bands, they dance, I love this shit
Sipping Tech, I'm off the shits
Her pussy mushy like some grits

Whipping, stay dipping
I fuck 'em and ditch 'em
These foreign ass hoes
Boy I know that I'm living
Don't fuck any normal hoe
I touch her, turn her global though
Global whipping, trap I'm flipping
Euro bitch, she water whipping
Pints be shipping, [?]
When they know babysitting
All my profits benefit
Fuck 'em out, she swallow children
Pints on pints, just like a building
[?] caught my partner drilling

[?] got a Rolly, 420 be [?]
Buffet Boys, we up and our net keep on growing
I'm out like a vacuum, she never stop blowing
I'm global as shit, and my ego keep gloing
Bitch we been on top
Swishers filled with static shock
Balenciaga wearing, yeah my pockets knotted off
No time for shit, no time for shit
We taking no one's fucking shit
We caught them, and we caught em, and we solve this fucking problem

Jugging out in public
Wyling out like nothing
Pouring lean in something
Buffet Boys, we came from nothing
Nothing, nothing
Bitch, we came from nothing
Nothing, nothing
Bitch, we came from nothing

Jugging out in public
Wyling out like nothing
Pouring lean in something
Buffet Boys, we came from nothing
Nothing, nothing
Bitch, we came from nothing
Nothing, nothing
Bitch, we came from nothing

[Pouya:]
Ain't talking money, you ain't talking nothing
357, keep them pistols busting
Tearing up yo stomach
Got the bullets rushing, gushing blood
You fucking scrub
You don't get no love from a real one
She suck my dick 3 times, and still I don't feel nothing
It's still South Side Slugs
It's still show a bitch no love
Fuck what you heard, I done been by the curb with that 44 wrapped 'round my hip
You talking to me like a bitch
Fucking around, and get split

[Fat Nick:]
Jugging out in public
Wyling out like nothing
Pouring lean in something
Buffet Boys, we came from nothing
Nothing, nothing
Bitch, we came from nothing
Nothing, nothing
Bitch, we came from nothing

Jugging out in public
Wyling out like nothing
Pouring lean in something
Buffet Boys, we came from nothing
Nothing, nothing
Bitch, we came from nothing
Nothing, nothing
Bitch, we came from nothing