Yeah Im rollin Im FATT$ back ona track

Lossa guns lossa opps yall ain gone catch a smack

Get shots bout like one or two up the ass

So go ahead try you gone leave ina bag

B.A.G all black uh they done got whacked huh

I keep a strap uh it got my back yuh

This he be livin no he not an acta

Flesh to ash they a past chapta

I just want money and peace for the fam

But these n***as wan play since god gave them hands

Iss cool with the tool I'll get on command

Unscrew on a goof they head go blam

These trues like me on a beat go ham
Only cops want me Im a lonely man

So I make friends whеn I pop xans

Lonely I be yous an old pack

By myself was how I camе out my momma womb

Mentally back ina day gave my momma wounds

Soon I'll repay for everythang I put her through

But for now Im goin hard like the rent due

Nigggas wan play but this shit ain hasbro

Bought me a K yuh thanks to the rap dough

Took em to Checkers I love me some fat hoes

I'll let em ride since I ain't a asshole

Both of my OG's Mexico Im Chiraq

Born inat city but I ain get shot back
Even tho play was alot with gats

Talk alot go from souls to ash

Oh god damn ain't that so sad

Heres my tribute along with the tag

But wasn't they opps with you lil FATT$?

They never was I just been bout the bag

Ion fuck with a gang that shit be lame

Only rock with two thangs like Im Payne

Also been through pain like Im rod wave

I just dont sing like him okay

So no longer I'll wait and get out the way

Cause Im trynna make out nun some great

So I will not rest till we in betta days
Til then I won't lay inat grave