YTB Fatt - Conspiracy lyrics

Ss, huh, what you ridin' in? A Trackhawk Jeep
Every nigga I fuck with, they— ss, every nigga I fuck with, they use they feet
Comin' back in the game how I came (I'm on it), we gon' start by stoppin' by the trenches
We gon' start by cuttin' every nigga off that ain't handlin' fuckin' business
I remember them places them guns got buried, I remember them days them bullets flew over my head
I remember the fully— frr, frr, by my dreads
Huh, I'll give a man they props
It ain't real if he ain't shot, should've been shot
That shit he showin', I think that's all he got
I ain't gon' lie, I seen a real trapper mad the dope boy bounced back, he punched the pot

Uh, this shit done got serious, I told every nigga I love, "Don't call my phone" (They watchin' us)
This shit done got serious, no lie, all these federal phones (They tapped)
This shit got serious, I know some niggas locked by the phone (Conspiracy)
This shit got serious, I know some young niggas that'll really come chop up your home
Ss, this shit got serious, there goes a camera man, the feds behind that drone
Ss, this shit got serious, I know some niggas that's never comin' home
Huh, I'm finna upgrade all my jewelry, I'm finna turn up my links
Huh, ss, I had the hood Fox and them on security right 'cross the street, ss

'Cause they know I got more checks to pick up


Huh, they know I'ma chop it right with 'em
Huh, they know I got a career, if it come down to it, I'ma hit the Drac' with 'em
Huh, they know I'll never forget where I'm from, never think that I'm bigger than this shit
I know I ain't got no business at the store, so I hurry up and grab my kit
Huh, I ain't the type of nigga to take out my phone, record, and go live and shit
Huh, I know a couple niggas that done broadcast this shit, got hit in they shit (Smoked)
I know they catch me at this store right now, they gon' swing on this bitch
Huh, if I see a car rush into the parkin' lot, I left-right the switch
I'm goin' out like Tony
Huh, it's real niggas lookin' up to me, so I stand on ten by my lonely
Huh, huh, I can't disappoint 'em
Ss, rose gold emerald pointers
Huh, I know you heard of Fatt Fox, huh, he make homies kill homies

Uh, uh, this shit done got serious, I told every nigga I love, "Don't call my phone" (They watchin' us)
This shit done got serious, no lie, all these federal phones (They tapped)
This shit got serious, I know some niggas locked by the phone (Conspiracy)
This shit got serious, I know some young niggas that'll really come chop up your home
Ss, this shit got serious, there goes a camera man, the feds behind that drone
Ss, this shit got serious, I know some niggas that's never comin' home
Huh, I'm finna upgrade all my jewelry, I'm finna turn up my links
Huh, ss, I had the hood Fox and them on security right 'cross the street, ss