Fat Albert
(专辑: The Carrollton Heist - 2016)
[Curren$y:] I
got stars in the
roof of my car, girl Recognize where you are, girl Jet Life this the
stoner's world Lowride like my OG's, who wear them Jheri curls Circa 85's Now my Daytons spin same time I
roll around Talk my shit a
lil bit cause I
worked hard Two laps in the
parking lot show my shit off Bad bitches please tell them haters stay off my dick Set bubble like a
coffee pot Them niggas talking so much but what are they talking bout Coupe interior brown leather the
stiching, blue berry muffin They know I'm finna come up with something Rap hustling a
lil bit like pack running Making stacks from it Racks like where we put the
hunting guns at Black on a
Phantom White on a
Ghost Suede Adidas Campus Stepping on your throat, never letting go Blew a
pound and they told you from outside from smoke [Lil Wayne:] It's Lil Tunechi from New Orleans, lord With the
chauffeur and the
car with the
two R's, lord Lived next door to Jennie that went to Beauregard She broke my virginity and I
love her for it Friends turn into frenemies and they come and gone Cut the
check off, we gon' cut your fucking bungee cord Make these bitches jump for joy, make 'em fuck my boys If they ain't a
freakazoid then they just annoying This for the
smokers and the
real ones Pussies get the
dildo, I
get the
deal done Back like I
left something, Weezy F
something Bad bitch bout to swallow all my stress for me Bad bitch stop and popping like Steph Curry Rich nigga laughing at his bills like Bill Murray Hot potato on the
nose of the
hand gun Outchea dodging handcuffs like a
ram truck Out here looking handsome, fucking dancers Tryna see my mansions, get expansions Tryna see my homeboys in they own toys Kush got my eyes looking like Chong Yoing Don't know no better Dick got the
bitch walking like Uncle Fester And your homie talk aloud bout what he gon' do You know your homie ain't your homie 'til he bleed on you You know you never know you love her til she cheat on you You know you never know your brother 'til he dethrone you You know Lil Tunechi been a
soldier since T-R-U Fuck a
heated argument, we let the
heat argue P-I-R-U brazy like glue S-Q-U-A-D wavy like the
sea And Lil-T just told me to knock the
nigga's brain out I
got a
chopper I
bet I
can shoot a
plane down Pussy ass niggas looking for a
way out I
tape some kilos to her, put her on a
Greyhound Coming down from cloud 9
like a
raindrop I'm bout to buy a
ring of the
size of a
ring pop I
got some bitches in bikinis like Baywatch And we in Carrollton in a
Chinese kitchen getting take out Hollygrove Tune Ya dig, Carrollton Heist nigga Spitta, fuck with me Carrollton Tunechi I'm gone