Starting Lineup ft. FatBoi Blacc, Mike Messhiah & G-Hetto Lyrics

I'm hotter than wasabi, shorty eat me like a Taki

If I pull up on the block, better not see an oppy

And I'm running from the cops, swear to God they not gone stop me

Bitch I'm Fat Boi Blacc and I might catch me a body

And I just popped this jigga and I'm out my fucking body

Disrespect me, you will be dead up in this lobby

Your bitch want to fuck me, I just wanted the toppy

And my heart is cold, put it on ice just like it's hockey

I'm going to need you to pray for me

And everyone who taking aim at me

Some of you already came for me

The rest of y'all keep waiting patiently

But I'm not the one, though I'm cold as they come

Out of thirty-one flavors that' sold in the front

And basically, your cup is the only thing holding you up

From hanging with me

Let me put it on God, you don't want to be a dick like me

Just get good at one job

Shish up the kabob, put her on the Barbie

Bust her down that's your ticket to the party

Don't start me, with your malarkey

Cause I up the BPM of your heartbeat

Might want to make sure it's no kids in the car seat

As you park your big car on the dark street

Bending in the Beemer on my lap I got a Nina

Feeling like a Cheetah while I'm riding on the Edens

Leaning what you fiending I can get it by the liter

Riding in the skeeter, never riding in the beaters

Never down to follow, man I always been a leader

Only blowing gas and I'm only spinning heaters

Psycho type of nigga gang banging on polices

Team full of major leaguers

Nolan Ryan couldn't defeat us tossing hundred mile heaters

Turning leases into eaters, damn I'm out of time

Man, I forgot to feed the meter

I pick up the pump, stick up the chump

Take off a chunk of meat for beefing

We could meet up in the middle of the streets

Them bullets be on repeat, they hit a nigga you leaking

Don't know anything about you, little cheat

If one of my niggas speak on such things he thinking

Depend on me to defend against the weak man

Who dare to contend the zone we sleep in

Police creeping, got a forty on me, it'll leave you leaking

Don't care what you saying - watch what you speaking

Got a bad lil bitch and she Puerto Rican

We'll get you waxed, get you sent to a deacon

Fuck you thought, nigga this forty out I air them out

Watch your whereabouts, wherever they be at

We'll pull a flame until we wear them out

Werewolves when the moon out, it's a full goon

It's a full howl, we be hunting down, and we'll hunt them down

With this forty out, we gone knock them down