Skillz - Fatty Girl Freestyle lyrics
[Skillz - Fatty Girl Freestyle lyrics]
Fuckin' with skillz, you gon' meet ya doom
Nigga I spit fire that make
Dragons wanna leave the room
I put VA on the map, open the south
When I spit
Bitches open up they legs or they mouth
And ya mans wanna battle, but I ain't let him
I don't know who can see me
Cuz I ain't met 'em
Man these cats ain't thugs they fools
I take ya bandana, wet it
Pop you with it like we did at the pool
When I start smakin' niggas they
Gonna see who rule
Cats callin' Tawkus up like "I
Thought he was cool!"
Yall reefer seeds, I'm a block of raw
And when I spit the words, they lock the jaw
And I plan to win, when I bomb the sound
So a if thats ya mans and them, calm 'em down
I warned you clown, I'm heatin' up in degrees
I have you singin' bout
Fallin' like Alica Keys
Man these fuckers and ballers, they scrubs
First muh'fucker tried to sneak a
Slerpie in the club
Ya not "supa", we ain't close to friends
And I throw away dubs like broke the rims
You gotta be twins, you look as broke as him
When I get in the game, expect a broken rim
I'm a shot caller, with no excuse to brawl
Got well known rappers wishin'
They could shoot ball
You at ya mans house, bald with shoes
I'm on some rims that go backward
When the car don't move bitch at the light
I thought I stopped her heart
She saw the wheels
Got scared threw her car in park
I'm the type that has BET
Seein' me as a threat
You the type to tuck the
Coogie down in ya sweats
Pdiddy run the city, thats his claim to fame?
If he moved to VA, he'd change his name
I don't like rappers, stay out of my sight
If I give you dap
You better use that hand to write
Yo the words I spit, could charge ya whip
I let yall talk slick
But thats as far's it's gets
You ain't gotta gun
You ain't gon blast the 8 you a punk
You got ya hype man ass in ya face
Ask around, I'm a basket case
I got words that make a
Nigga in a casket shake
What the hell you gonna tell me kid
I get ya chick in ya crib
Like I was kelly and you was Mr biggs
Pull off and bust on her back
Tell ya ass yo
Goto the studio and rap about that
Niggas talk how they flow so well
But they hooks be garbage
Guess what you ain't gon' sell
I'm east but I'm slightly south
Nigga I got Jordans that'll make
Mike cus Nike out
But when I'm jig, you got to feel me
The gators so live the crocodile
Hunter tried to kill me
I told him, "Steavy don't even try it"
Slapped him with the pistol and
Said "be very quiet"
I ain't got time for yall
Two way me with letters dog
Cuz i ain't got time to call
If you drop on my Tuesday, you won't win
Put a chip in ya phone
Call a million of ya friends
Tell 'em to cop it again
Make sure it's in the mall
Play Russian rullet until ya manager call
Belive me dog, cuz I'm real
You built to spit but you ain't
Built to spit with Skillz
I'm the best that ever did it cuz
I ain't gotta get Nate on a
Hook to give westcoast love
I strut through any hood
I was fuckin' in Miami
Yall was down there duckin' Suge
So tell me whats good, what ya life be bout
Suge got you shook
Fuck you doin' shoutin' him out?
You ain't down, start slidin' nigga
I already gave you pound
Stop dick ridin' nigga
You a grown man you need to stop it
Skillz represent
Buy the album when I drop it
Nigga I spit fire that make
Dragons wanna leave the room
I put VA on the map, open the south
When I spit
Bitches open up they legs or they mouth
And ya mans wanna battle, but I ain't let him
I don't know who can see me
Cuz I ain't met 'em
Man these cats ain't thugs they fools
I take ya bandana, wet it
Pop you with it like we did at the pool
When I start smakin' niggas they
Gonna see who rule
Cats callin' Tawkus up like "I
Thought he was cool!"
Yall reefer seeds, I'm a block of raw
And when I spit the words, they lock the jaw
And I plan to win, when I bomb the sound
So a if thats ya mans and them, calm 'em down
I warned you clown, I'm heatin' up in degrees
I have you singin' bout
Fallin' like Alica Keys
Man these fuckers and ballers, they scrubs
First muh'fucker tried to sneak a
Slerpie in the club
Ya not "supa", we ain't close to friends
And I throw away dubs like broke the rims
You gotta be twins, you look as broke as him
When I get in the game, expect a broken rim
I'm a shot caller, with no excuse to brawl
Got well known rappers wishin'
They could shoot ball
You at ya mans house, bald with shoes
I'm on some rims that go backward
When the car don't move bitch at the light
I thought I stopped her heart
She saw the wheels
Got scared threw her car in park
I'm the type that has BET
Seein' me as a threat
You the type to tuck the
Coogie down in ya sweats
Pdiddy run the city, thats his claim to fame?
If he moved to VA, he'd change his name
I don't like rappers, stay out of my sight
If I give you dap
You better use that hand to write
Yo the words I spit, could charge ya whip
I let yall talk slick
But thats as far's it's gets
You ain't gotta gun
You ain't gon blast the 8 you a punk
You got ya hype man ass in ya face
Ask around, I'm a basket case
I got words that make a
Nigga in a casket shake
What the hell you gonna tell me kid
I get ya chick in ya crib
Like I was kelly and you was Mr biggs
Pull off and bust on her back
Tell ya ass yo
Goto the studio and rap about that
Niggas talk how they flow so well
But they hooks be garbage
Guess what you ain't gon' sell
I'm east but I'm slightly south
Nigga I got Jordans that'll make
Mike cus Nike out
But when I'm jig, you got to feel me
The gators so live the crocodile
Hunter tried to kill me
I told him, "Steavy don't even try it"
Slapped him with the pistol and
Said "be very quiet"
I ain't got time for yall
Two way me with letters dog
Cuz i ain't got time to call
If you drop on my Tuesday, you won't win
Put a chip in ya phone
Call a million of ya friends
Tell 'em to cop it again
Make sure it's in the mall
Play Russian rullet until ya manager call
Belive me dog, cuz I'm real
You built to spit but you ain't
Built to spit with Skillz
I'm the best that ever did it cuz
I ain't gotta get Nate on a
Hook to give westcoast love
I strut through any hood
I was fuckin' in Miami
Yall was down there duckin' Suge
So tell me whats good, what ya life be bout
Suge got you shook
Fuck you doin' shoutin' him out?
You ain't down, start slidin' nigga
I already gave you pound
Stop dick ridin' nigga
You a grown man you need to stop it
Skillz represent
Buy the album when I drop it