Tattoo

[Intro: Jody Fontaine]

Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot

Whew

Shit, Shit

[Verse 1: Jody Fontaine]

Watch it, bitch

Watch your fuckin' mouth

When you talkin' to me

Honestly, imma spaz out

You not rockin' with me

Wait a minute

What's this all about?

Niggas jockin’ swag

Hold up nigga

Let me call it out

Bitch I, bitch I, bitch I-

Been that nigga

You just findin' out

That's yo fault

Now pay attention bitch

Cause once I slide it out

We won't talk

I'm not the Dentist bitch

But open up your mouth

Drop your drawers

Imma sit down

You gon' pick it up

Watch it fall

What the business is?

24/7 I'm shootin' this shit off the hip

I get on the beat and I trip

Like I don't know limits my nigga I only know hits

Bitch I am as hard as it get

Talk to me nice if you talkin' or you will get -

I'll do you like Will did Chris

I'll hit you dead in your shit

You speak on my bitch

My niggas is doublin' up

Cajh shit, cajh shit

Who really fuckin' with us

Pockets is stuffed

But it is never enough

I'm goin' 101

I need me a ton

The way I'm acquiring funds

I might have to go get a gun

I feel like Big Pun

Thought you was a killеr

I know I'm a killer cause I get it donе

[Chorus: Jody Fontaine]

Bitch I'm on that

Hot shit, that fucking hot shit, I make it hot

This that hot shit

And when it drop bitch

This shit gon' pop

Okay throw it back

If you 'bout your mother fuckin' dollars

Throw your hands up

If you 'bout them mother fuckin' commas

This that hot shit, that fucking hot shit, I make it hot

This that hot shit

And when it drop bitch

This shit gon' pop

Okay throw it back

If you 'bout your mother fuckin' dollars

Throw your hands up

If you 'bout them mother fuckin' commas

Nigga

[Verse 2: Baby Boy]

This a time crunch

The weight on my wrist like I just bought a brand new Philippe

What you scared for

We killin' the labels they give you a quarter a week

It's not no problem

My niggas is violent

So come press the issue with me

We sendin' bombs up

So I think the best course of action for yours to retreat

(1,2,3,4)

Remember subway surfin then we skate to dollar tree

We spent our last on beef patties and CBD

Remember sellin' drugs to the white boys across the street

It seems like those days behind us it's R.I.P

I can't tell you nothin' 'bout the faces that I seen

They wipe my slate and erased it like M.I.B

The police put you under and they tell you c’est la vie

You do the same and they go on a killing spree