Lyrics
Swear I'm a real life geek
24 hours all day long I do this seven times a week
Pull up to the function bad bitches round with my niggas
And we like 25 deep
Butterfly doors on the coupe that's what I'm working for
Cause I'm too flee
Working hard can't miss my beat
Working hard ain't go to sleep
Had to brush my teeth I'm talking hot shit
Alohea snapped onna beat
Laid back flow on the beat you would think I'm Lucki
All I need is lean
But I'm Fatboy so I get to the green
But I'm Fatboy so hos chose me
Got my bands up writing stanzas
I might just go put some stars in the car
Two bad bitches at the same time
I couldn't tell em cause I know they opps
Got my bands up writing stanzas chain coming in
Your ho might give me top
At the crib your ho gave me the drop
So I slid through right to the spot
Baby mama gave me top so good
I damn near almost lost my thoughts
Gotta lock in its Fatboy this and that
Like "Fatboy when you gon drop?"
Swear I'ma drop this month
Soon as these hos could get up off my cock
Too many bad bitches round
Can't drop my guard they shakin ass on cars
At the crib your ho gave me the drop
So I slid through right to the spot
And I went right back to the stu to cook shit up
Ain't need no pot
Lose my mind up in the stu
I get so lost up in my thoughts
You can't tell me shit cause you ain't shit
Don't give a fuck what you thought
Just say the word and you know I'm on go
Puss ass nigga don't want no smoke
Might call up your ho cause she gon go
And she gon swing that door
No rook we do this all day all night
Like we smoking dope
A popped bitch that's what I don't like
Cause I'm just tryna glo (yeah, Sosa)
Swear I'm a real life geek
24 hours all day long I do this seven times a week