Vanish Mode

(Oh, that's MJ)

Alright

(Cam, you bumped this ho)

Yeah, alright

Uh

Uh

(NK, what you got?)

Uh, huh, get even with it, nigga, get even with it

Ain't no linkin' when it's beef, nigga, the Foxes ain't never split it

Nigga, we ain't never did it, never call to see who ridin' with us

Rule number one, don't let 'em hang if they ain't gang with it

Uh, uh, I ain't lettin' no new nigga in this circle, that fake shit hurt

Uh, I can get 'em killed on, G Pill, I can just pick it-

Uh, alright

Mama said, "Stay safe," I'm like, "Alright"

I know anybody can get it, I ain't worried 'bout shit, perfect aim, not alright

I got my lil' brothers ready to cap out and hitchhike

If I pay 'em ten tonizzight

My young nigga said just put his name in a song, he'll get your ass gone by midnight

Feelin' like 50 with all this cheese, got power, nigga ass 'bout to get right

Feelin' like 50, got all this- uh, yeah, yeah

I send a hit through vanish mode, boy, you better vanish homes

They can't talk this gangster shit like me, nigga, I'm hands-on

Thousand dollars for these damn shoes, I got my Pradas on

Some of these niggas left a Fox for dead, turnt up on my own

Let me turn my mackin' on, got the recipe to her thong

I got the drop on them boys, ain't no X out here, I invest in drones

Every step you take, I'm watchin', nigga, how I remote control

I got the backpack on when I'm in the trenches, that mean the dope controlled

I just sat back and watched, unc' poured a house in the Styrofoam

Met this Colombian, bad as hell, I ain't put no condom on

I'm a gangster, when I'm with my slimes, I'm gettin' my slime on

Get your shine on, never mind, those some fake-ass rhinestones

I know these niggas ain't want the Fox to blow up 'cause, nigga, I see that now

Nigga must forgot, before I was Bread Gang, I had choppers on side the house

Dope inside the couch, nigga, all that shit was at my grandma house

I really came from a trap environment, as you see, nigga, that's all I talk about

Huh, "Fatt, hit the club with me," I ain't gettin' paid if I don't come out the house

How much you want? Call CPL Jo, this shit ain't no cap, I want fifteen thou'

Bagg want two hundred, they can't afford it, so they want the Fox right now

Two for thirty, meet CPL Jo, chop all that shit right down

Uh, nigga (Alright, alright, alright)

Yeah, keep it goin', keep the beat flowin', keep the beat flowin'

Hell yeah, alright

Keep it goin', keep it goin'

Say less, say less

Hell yeah, alright

I got it lit as a bitch with a round

I could take a fifty out my bank account

I'm tryna get a couple niggas put in the 'spital, I'll pay that shit right now

Before I signed, I had dope around

I'm hot for real, I'm the talk of the town

Glocks and killers on a Sprinter, Fatt Fox puttin' that bitch on the run right now

Nigga

Alright, alright, yeah, alright

Alright, uh, alright, yeah, alright

Pussy

Alright