Falt

[Verse 1: Fatt Kidd] Money and cars and these clothes And these hoes go slow-mo when you got rose gold Then they say you winning like you scoring in the Pro Bowl And I got no show for these haters trying to stop the dough dough Smoke so much that I'm out on the ozone Hitting these trees like Sonny Bono Haters try to move me but I'm so prone ho Cup of that Jesus Juice, what I'm on ho Go slow like I'm leaning, flipping these niggas like Willie Beaman Niggas wake up everyday trying to stop my pay but they best keep dreaming I fight for mine I do this, don't question why it sound stupid I'm original you bit your flow cause you wack as fuck you bitch you ho Got bitches kissing no mistletoe, got a white girl and she kiss the floor If I ask her, I'm her master when I smash her she want to get some mo' Don't flash a lot I'm Mr. Low cause I see what niggas be hitting for You say I'm scared I say I'm prepared For that hot shit I leave 'em flared Fuck these clowns like in the red light of the district Got a bad girl she kissed it then wiped off her lipstick I'm killing them ballistics, uh, no you don't need them You know who did it you'll see him So many bars you can't free him Got a cold flow like the ice age Burning heads like Mike's stage I'll be good all my damn life and you'll just have your tight phase Better than any other nigga that try to do it Put me on any damn beat and I'm a screw it Easy to me? Hell yeah ain't nothing to it Bet everything against me you going to lose it [Verse 2] It's too easy nigga fuck that Kill a nigga make sure he don't come back Kill a nigga with my fucking flow dog Why you trying to find out where the gun at? Take a little trip to New Orleans trying to find music Zone Gang run that If you can't understand that shit you should wear a mother fucking dunce cap Fuck this shit I don't want to rap I want to sing like Monica Got a light skinned girl named Monica, and she blow me like a harmonica I'm cold as fuck like Hanukkah season, she believe in A nigga like me but she know that when I fuck I will be leaving If that's your girl that's treason I'm sorry I touched your property And hit go like Monopoly But your ass ain't going to be stopping me If I wanted to stop myself I'd tell you call a cop on me Making all the shots and ain't nobody out here blocking me Getting green like brocolli, bad girl like chocolate Man she always fuck with me, last night she was on top of me Oh my God, Fatt Kidd in the studio cooking up that straight drop for me