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fat trel – young ns lyrics

[intro: fat trel]
i don’t know what to say on the intro, man, we just gon’… turn up
you feel me?
b+b+b+bang
ay hold up

[chorus: fat trel]
i got the club on swole, woah, control your ho, young n+gga
i’m in the trap in the back with the strap, it’s ready to blow, young n+gga (boom)
i’m in the kitchen, i whip on the stove, i got it to go, young n+gga
you need a loan, young n+gga, leave me alone, young n+gga
i get ’em gone, young n+gga, shoot like malone, young n+gga (bow)
i’m bad to the bone, young n+gga, they say this a song, young n+gga
got it on my own, young n+gga, i’m in the zone, young n+gga
i play on my phone, young n+gga, lower your tone, young n+gga

[verse 1: fat trel & no savage]
woah, i been workin’, i been serving in traffic
i wrap a brick up in plastic
sh+t dissappear like its magic
try me, get put in a casket
beefin’ with me, it get tragic
i make a play like i’m magic
i’m done with the b+tch, i done had it
i pop me a perc and i smash it
i’m really gettin’ it, whippin’ it
weighing the packages, sending it
i hope you got it, it’s ten of ’em
and come to this trap, and i’m diligent
you act like you don’t know the difference
you f+ckin’ them b+tches, i’m pimpin’ ’em
this b+tch really think i’m a gentleman
these n+ggas g+y and i’m really not feelin’ ’em
what you gon’ do?
i’ma just count up the dividends
i’ma collect me a bag
i went to the church with the strap on
what else?
i’m on the flight with the gas
i’m whippin’ this b+tch like a jag
she f+ckin’ on me and my man
this chopper’ll give you a tan
this chopper, it come from j+pan
[chorus: fat trel]
i got the club on swole, woah, control your ho, young n+gga
i’m in the trap in the back with the strap, it’s ready to blow, young n+gga (boom)
i’m in the kitchen, i whip on the stove, i got it to go, young n+gga
you need a loan, young n+gga, leave me alone, young n+gga
i get ’em gone, young n+gga, shoot like malone, young n+gga (bow)
i’m bad to the bone, young n+gga, they say this a song, young n+gga
got it on my own, young n+gga, i’m in the zone, young n+gga
i play on my phone, young n+gga, lower your tone, young n+gga

[verse 2: no savage]
i’m in the club with guns and young ass b+tches
it ain’t hard, i do it for fun, n+gga
whip out the glizzy, i’m not tryna bump with a n+gga
did this sh+t by myself, i’m not frontin’ that n+gga
do this sh+t for the k!llers and robbers
i f+ck with the steppers, and f+ck with the mobsters
n+ggas like b+tches, they tellin’ and gossip
copped me a pint just to sip out the bottle
racks in my pocket, can’t f+ck with no broke b+tch
i need a b+tch with some money that know sh+t
you gon’ be a hundred or gon’ be a ho b+tch
talkin’ that sh+t, i’ma come see whats up with ’em
hot ass n+gga, you know i don’t f+ck with ’em
b+tches done switched, so i can’t put no trust in ’em
g19, got like 31 in in it
i was just down in this sh+t, now i’m up in it
[chorus: fat trel]
i got the club on swole, woah, control your ho, young n+gga
i’m in the trap in the back with the strap, it’s ready to blow, young n+gga (boom)
i’m in the kitchen, i whip on the stove, i got it to go, young n+gga
you need a loan, young n+gga, leave me alone, young n+gga
i get ’em gone, young n+gga, shoot like malone, young n+gga (bow)
i’m bad to the bone, young n+gga, they say this a song, young n+gga
got it on my own, young n+gga, i’m in the zone, young n+gga
i play on my phone, young n+gga, lower your tone, young n+gga

- fat trel lyrics

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