Fat Mercedes Lyrics

That nigga broke as hell he steady copping effy's

Ima go and get a M bro gone cop fat Mercedes

One thing bout me I keep a foreign and a lot of ladies

You ain't shooter you shoot at crowds you be dropping babies

Now I'm hitting Saks but I remember getting fly at Macy's

Choppa on my back cause I know niggas they be tryna snake me

Can't no bitch say I'm her baby daddy bitches tryna make me

Ima do the dash and skirt off fast if the jakes try to chase me

Nutted in that bitch she killed my seed so now I call her Casey

My young hoe love to eat it she said my load is tasty

She keep going even when I finish got me going crazy

I don't know I just get on a beat and I been floating lately

If we want it me and my niggas the type to go and take it

Better watch them niggas around you they be throwing statements

I ain't recognize that bitch with clothes I only know her naked

Shorty left me ain't been happy since it got me so elated

Nigga tried to swing I hit the weave they think I'm going matrix

Always kept a foreign bitch too my first lil hoe was Asian

I am not just talking when I say that I am gonna make it

And if you see me out don't ask lil bitch you know I'm faded

Bitch I'm always in the clouds

Know that's where I'm headed Ima have your bitch up in the crowd

Give a fuck bout any bitch that skated on me know they missing out

If you can't take it said lil baby why you dish it out

Yeah I used to let her have it but it's different now

Yeah I used to want a marriage but I'm pimping now

She was strutting till she let me hit got her limping now

Used to tote them .223's I got a Pippen now

G30 gen four that's a .45

Hit him in the bridge of his nose and he lost both eyes

How the fuck I'm post to trust a soul everybody told lies

Niggas they be crashing over hoes I ain't like those guys

Beat it while she bleeding now she thinking we got soul ties

Swimming in the Beamer hitting cuts I hope I don't die

Married to the money ceremony ain't have no bride

Caught him in the field he redshirting like the Roll Tide

He was black as hell we left his ass paler than Ty Simpson

Told me she don't love me told that bitch I am fine pimpin'

Gotta roll a couple to feel it so ima try sippin'

I like using words that ain't got nothing rhyme with it

I'm still gone find a way

He was pillow talking for lil shorty he getting lined today

Seen a lot of shit I know I'm lucky I'm alive today

Bitch I'm only hitting 10's I need a dime today

Told her pull up to the crib no time for wine and dine today

Shooting out the v ain't hopping out no I ain't tryna chase

Brodie hit the feet he hawk him down he just Ivan Pace

Told her that I love her and I meant it that was my mistake