FAT RAPS 4

[Intro: Chip tha Ripper & Larry June]

Uh-huh, yeah

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy—)

Back again, four times

Four times, back again, uh

[Verse 1: Chip tha Ripper & Denzel Curry]

Pull it up to the hand, car wash like Blam (Blam)

Got my windows tinted, they still know who I am

I'm the only one who got a truck like this truck and this chuck

Got spotted by a chick who got a big butt, we flicked up

Bitch, I need some big bucks, and then I need some more bucks

My son needs some Robux (Woah), I never gave a ho bucks

I got a lot of businesses, companies, establishments

Fatality, finish him, don't fuck with us, we savages

Who the fuck you think you is? Parkin', takin' up two spots

I hop up on my truck and give him the finger just like Tupac

Then slide in the mall with some fetty, with some token

Swipin' on my card until that bitch start smokin'

Swipin' credit card until that bitch get to mеltin'

Landed back in Cleveland thеn slid right back to the Hilton

She told me not to cut the AC on 'cause she anemic

I said "No bae, I'm finna heat it up and start beatin' it"

Taxing it, back taxing it whole thundering

I'm wondering the same thing Willow Smith wondering

"Who ate all of the pussy?" (Don't know, don't know)

I'm not a porn star, but baby, don't push me (Ow, ow), nah

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]

Too many bitches, man, I'm gettin' photogenic

If I touch a fuck nigga hand, I gotta see a clinic (Gotta see a clinic)

Yeah, she sucking dick for some brand new linen

If I put it in her mouth she start talkin' like Russell Simmons

New yoga positions 'cause I can stretch it for hours

Know some addicted to heroin, I rehab enough power (Power)

Kishimoto figurines every time that I spend

Shit, my pockets hella fat that it came with insulin pins

Now everybody wanna know what I make

I'm straight out of Miami so I came with the base

They like the diamond cuts, I like the golds in my face

I like my women punctual with ass runnin' late

'Cause they all got 304s in the 305 sayin' 303

Bitch, I love to get high (Love to get high)

And they wanna know what happens when these two comets collide

Bitch, I'm morbidly obese when these fat raps slide

[Verse 3: mgk & Larry June]

Okay, I touchdown and I ball like I'm in a league

They ain't take no pictures of my bank account, it still say cheese

I'm in the Maldives rocking ice that can't unfreeze

My chain got boulders big as Michael B. Jordan's shoulders in Creed

At ease, hoes, they salute me west to the East Coast

My DNA is human but I'm going in beast mode

My ex go up and down and side to side like a cheat code

Said you won't fuck a GOAT, but you have, that's me, ho

Befo', any other fame

Me and Chip was back in Cleveland swinging doors, grippin' grain

I'm skinny so a toolie put some weight onto my frame

Talking in a ski and cap, and our city started that slang, fuck you mean?

My pockets deep in these Uncle Jean's

I stomp somebody's unc in Uggs and punch yo' teens

Fall asleep in someone's auntie house and had bad dreams

Wake up and blame drugs and say that ain't me, huh

My rap's fatter than a nutty professor

If I pack 'em in a drawer, then they breaking the dresser

I ain't packing for a trip, I cop all new leathers

When they pack me in a coffin (Hahaha), I'ma still need cheddar, yeah

[Verse 4: Larry June]

Man, I keep this shit a hundred piece (Man), gold in all my cutlery (Nah)

Bitch, you can't just come to me (Shit), everything I do a G (Nah)

Everything I do a thou', Saint Laurent my bath towels (Oh)

In and out that bag now, butter on my crab now (Amen, Amen)

5 Gs for handgun, need that nigga hand, son (Nigga)

Hit a trap with a And1, score for a brick, nigga, and one (Oh)

This shit gotta pay for it (Yeah), tell a bitch I ain't waitin' for it (Yeah)

Tell a bitch I ain't made for it, hit a bitch with a "Yes, Lord" (Bitch)

I'm ducked off with Chip tha Ripper (Oh), got boss, I bought a whip

She facked off, I ain't really trippin', these hoes know I be thinking bigger

These hoes know I'll be activated (Nah)

Creeped up in the coolest whip, machine wop with a cooling kit

Hold on, I ain't new to this, hold on, bitch, "Who is this?" (Shit)

New wrist like, "Who is this?" New bitch like, "Who is this?" (Shit)

I can't lie, I'm too legit (Yeah)

Got no problem moving it (Ray), nigga, no, I got clientele (Ray)

Thousand of them on the Digi scale (Ray), ayy, ayy, ayy, sock it to me

From Frisco to Cleveland (Oh), the check cleared, I'm cheesin' (I'm cheesin')

My bitch rockin' chinchilla (Chilla), keep three of 'em like Adidas

I got shoes with Adidas, off iTunes made millions

Got condos, got buildings (Yeah), got cake like Matilda

[Outro: Chip tha Ripper]

On my momma we gon' have to run that motherfucker all the way back

That's that "FAT 4", I'm 'bout to be on that fat five

Y'all trippin' on this motherfucker for real

I'm 'bout to run that bitch back all the way

I just started smoking my weed, bitch

Y'all know what the fuck going on

All the way from Cleveland to L.A., bitch