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ytb fatt - don't crash lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah (dee, you poppin’ your sh+t, n+gga)
n+gga
uh+huh
yeah
n+gga

[chorus]
me and g just did two shows with a .556 in my pants, n+gga
mama say, “wherever you go, keep that k in your hand”
i was fifteen when i first seen a murder, ain’t n0body held my hand
i’m in the [?] right now with millionaires, far from sandwich bags
joe just called my phone, like, “fatt, where you at?” finna pull up on marching bag
b+tch, i’m from west memphis, i’m far from the kitchen but i still’ll whip somethin’ fast
mention my name in anything, flrrt, switchers on your ass
joe be telling me that this sh+t on the floor, he like, “fatt, don’t crash”

[verse]
that sh+t hurted my heart when i seen my auntie sniff some glass
i’m from a city, before you walked out the house, make sure you got on your mask
[?] fire in the hospital chilling with doctors, now i’m on a jet with bagg
mama say you better chill, i’m sending them hits ‘fore them feds get your ass
n+gga, you don’t wanna see me mad
all my life, been on n+ggas’ ass
in miami with a hundred somethin’ on my neck, reach for it, that’s your ass
i just pray to god like i feel sorry for the ones who put me last
with the pimpin’, it look like hannah montana, just brought him a bag of cash
look like this sh+t came quick
i know they’re like, “how the f+ck fatt blew up so fast?”
bagg just told me some real sh+t
the opps found out, they gon’ hurry up and smoke my ass
in the [?] on the same sh+t
everybody tellin’ me, “fatt, you finna go up fast”
i’m the son you wish you had
to my old b+tch, i swear you can kiss my ass
[interlude]
n+gga, uh, yeah
uh
uh, b+tch
yeah
haha, i f+ck with this sh+t, y’all f+ck with this sh+t

[chorus]
me and g just did two shows with a .556 in my pants, n+gga
mama say, “wherever you go, keep that k in your hand”
i was fifteen when i first seen a murder, ain’t n0body held my hand
i’m in the [?] right now with millionaires, far from sandwich bags
joe just called my phone, like, “fatt, where you at?” finna pull up on marching bag
b+tch, i’m from west memphis, i’m far from the kitchen but i still’ll whip somethin’ fast
mention my name in anything, flrrt, switchers on your ass
joe be telling me that this sh+t on the floor, he like, “fatt, don’t crash”

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