[Hook: Fat Nick]
I got me a 40 that gon' shoot
I got skrrt skrrt skrrt brand new coupe
I got styrofoam with dirty juice
Buffet Boys, bih we be the truth
(x2)
[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
I got us a plan now
We got us some bands now
I just got a house b**h
Thinking I'm the man now
Rocket pocket
Let it hit my other 30 bigger band
These VVS shine bright like day
I'll whip my wrist the other hand
b**h I'm drinking red drop
Your career is dead shot
Blew a couple bands
Got every hater in these streets hot
Juggin' got the block hot
40 with that gunshot
Biggie got a punt double ducka get a blood clot
I can be sippin'
My Migo, we whippin'
We trapped in the kitchen
No lovin', I'm pimpin'
I f** on these women
My ex b**h she trippin'
Got up on the bun but you know I'm still sipping
b**h I'm feeling co*ky
Designered down don't tell me
Xanax gotcha sloppy
Go on hoe you cannot f** me
What you think about me
Perkies in my body
I'm all by my lonely
I can't trust me anybody
Marty banging b**h
I just caught another body
Hoe I'm glo'd as f**
I just ain't know anybody
[Hook: Fat Nick]
I got me a 40 that gon' shoot
I got skrrt skrrt skrrt brand new coupe
I got styrofoam with dirty juice
Buffet Boys, bih we be the truth
(x2)
[Verse 2: Fat Nick]
My 30 wanna bang now
People wanna hang now
I don't f** with anybody
I'm just by my gang now
Hit you with a plan now
The hardest in this sh** now
Geekin' all these d** man
I can't feel my face now
b**h I'm wyling out
Go down we shoot it out
She wanna f** for clout
Shorty wanna run her mouth
Buffet Boys run the south
No need to talk it out
My pockets bigger b**h
You know we be balling now
Geekin' and sneakin'
These perkys they peakin'
I'm busting the 30
I'll leave your a** leaking
I f** on the weekend
I leave that b**h thinking
That I got me stinking
I walk around drinking
I just bust a 4-4
For Migo come and rock the kick though
She be off a Molly
Taking dicks that be a hobby
We the hottest out
Groupie hoes all in the lobby
You ain't dropping hits
But you still be extra snobby
Drip, drip, when I walk
Ten toes down
Prada walk
If he talk
Running chop
Red and Blinkie hit ‘em off
[Hook: Fat Nick]
I got me a 40 that gon' shoot
I got skrrt skrrt skrrt brand new coupe
I got styrofoam with dirty juice
Buffet Boys, bih we be the truth
(x2)