Let the Fat Bitch Sing

When it's all said and done (It ain't over til I fit one in ya fitted nigga)

Til that fat bitch sing her song (Ok, Don't sleep, I got bullets for you niggas, word)

No, I ain't forget not one (Shot Squad, everybody get facials too)

Now that fat bitch finished her song (Rock and roll with me, Hard White)

I'm from where there ain't no sunshine, If you ain't from here boss don't cross the gun line

Every time ya niggas get touched ya talk to one time (Snitch as nigga) Yea he's man down

And if a nigga owe me one red scent with that one guy

That freed the slaves so he about face nigga I want mine

But if I owe you a Lincoln then what the fuck haa (What the fuck) Take that as a loss

It ain't just a recession baby it's crunch time, Duck season no eats GP them guys

What hand you served him with not one dime (I gave you a chance) My nigga hands down