Flow 1

(*talking*)

Yeah, y'all know what it is man

Saturday night man, we coming out baby

Where the fuck we going, we going to Max's

Nigga already, meet me there baby let's do it

[Lil' O]

You can catch Lil' O, pulling up at Max's

In a old school drop, seats color of  Khaki

Candy red paint, and my 4's look glassy

Got a nine on my lap, and AK in the back seat

Cause you know these jackers trip, when you ride on swangs

And when the light hit ya ice, man ya ice go bling

But if you run up on this harder gun, it might go bang

In fact don't even doubt it, boy your life gon end

Hit the valet, hopped out dressed to kill

And I don't ever wait in line, I know Ed and Dell

Went straight to the bar, like what's the deal

And they already know, put my Cris' in a pail

Got my Cristal, fired up a do-do square

Nigga let's ball, Fat Rat's in this bitch West-West y'all

You niggas know, how I do it

I'm looking for a bad bitch, so she can swallow my fluid

[Hook - 2x]

I'm in the club, getting high with all of my thugs

Drinking Cris', niggas showing me love what

I'm in the club, getting high with all of my thugs

Drinking Cris', bitches showing me love what

[Lil' O]

I gave dap to real playas, from the South to the North

Then ran up on a bitch, with a back like a horse

She said ain't you Fat Rat, with the Lac and the Porsche

She was all on my sack, I could tell by her voice

I told her look here baby, I got all kinds of toys

But fuck that, are we cutting like Pastor Troy

Cause them tits, bout the size of some asteroids

And I love nuttin' on breasts, ask them boys

Then the DJ seen my face, and started playing my song

And the crowd went crazy, when "Back, Back" came on

Then he backed on to, "We Ain't Broke No Mo"

We all started throwing up broke, cause we ain't broke no mo'

Big balling, we don't roach no mo'

Giving thanks to the father, we ain't gotta slang coke no mo'

But we always celebrate, for our niggas on lock

That's why we fire up the dro, and make the Cris' go pop

[Hook - 2x]

[Lil' O]

Now it's 3 in the morning, and a nigga's lit

I'm drunker than a motherfucker, man I'm out this bitch

Told the valet, to bring me my drop

I seen boo from earlier, I told her what's up you gon give me some cot

She said cool Lil' O, it's however you want it

You just gotta be the G, you wan' hop up on it

I said bitch say no mo', don't spoil the moment

Cause I'ma beat the pussy up, like it's my opponent

Now she hopped in the drop, we went straight to the room

And she's trying to be the bride, well I ain't the groom

Bent her ass right over, jumped dead in her womb

Bust a nut told her bitch, check out time's at noon

(*talking*)

I'll holla at ya, silly bitch

But god damn, that pussy was good

Just another Saturday night for a real

Motherfucking playa nigga

Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze bitch

March 18th, "Food On Tha Table"