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letra de yellow tape - fat max

intro/chorus:
(fat max)
the package just landed
man man drop it off right at the vacant
ten bricks busting down in the bas-m-nt
tell you one more time i ain’t nothing to play with
choppa hit him made his -ss do the matrix
they call me rocky cause i’m beating my cases
if i ain’t gon get you then boog gon get you
fn 5.7 thats a baby missile
glock 30s thats a baby pistol
a n-gg- want smoke we’ll pull up with a hundred
got rid of all the lead so i call my boys the drummers
ain’t sh-t to get smoke call my don it ain’t nothing
everybody know fat max stay with something
them n-gg-s ain’t no shooters swear to god they be bluffing
caught em on the block thats the end of discussion
bring the yellow tape wrap the whole hood up

verse one:
(fat max)
n-gg-s out here purping like they can’t get touched
caught the n-gg- down bad and i shot him in the gut
better shoot me when you see me now you see me so w-ssup
he was at the show shot him right infront of lux
i really hop out when i pull up yeah y’all n-gg-s know w-ssup
man y’all n-gg-s tote revolvers man that sh-t don’t shoot enough
got a stick on me if a n-gg- want beef
i ain’t on no twitter sh-t n-gg- catch me in the streets
rich shootahs them n-gg-s that handle the beef
if you ain’t gon shoot n-gg- hand it to me
me and q sold three sixteens thats three
seven six twos in the draco thats me
my n-gg- just caught his first body i love him
had to throw him out a wing i be dammed a n-gg- touch him
{?} in the beamer
burning straight rubber
slid on his block y’all n-gg-s taking cover

chorus:
(fat max)
the package just landed
man man drop it off right at the vacant
ten bricks busting down in the bas-m-nt
tell you one more time i ain’t nothing to play with
choppa hit him made his -ss do the matrix
they call me rocky cause i’m beating my cases
if i ain’t gon get you then boog gon get you
fn 5.7 thats a baby missile
glock 30s thats a baby pistol
a n-gg- want smoke we’ll pull up with a hundred
got rid of all the lead so i call my boys the drummers
ain’t sh-t to get smoke call my don it ain’t nothing
everybody know fat max stay with something
them n-gg-s ain’t no shooters swear to god they be bluffing
caught em on the block thats the end of discussion
bring the yellow tape wrap the whole hood up

- fat max

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