Fat Trel - Datz Kool lyrics

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Fat Trel - Datz Kool lyrics

[Verse:] f** Police I smoke like I ride and I ride like A G And if I'm in the Chi I'm a ride to the D with a 9 on my side, on my side is a piece I be young black n***a love to roll the pack in the trap fat n***a Pull up with the mac war to my back, roll another fat Matter fact better shoot back n***a Wait, he only eat it for steak on the plate Slumpy with chicken this n***as is straight You thought I was new but the truth is you late You look a snake and your j**elry is fake I basically say I don't f** with you n***as Trust me its nothing to bust at you n***as n***as is snitching and b**hes is watching I rather just choose not to pop at ya top See all of the b**hes I f** and the money I got em and I'm thinking like why should I stop Check in the bag this sh** getting sad I'm running through b**hes I knew I would have Thinking of scooping a coupe or a jag Scoop up the crew, do what we do Go tell my ho pour a four in a two Say somebody was broke and I know it was you That ain't really what the real players do f** a ho right for a day or two Take the p**y from the hood, If the p**y real good then you know a real n***a gotta share you Now that's player fool Ride around my city like the mayor fool Keep this sh** 100, if I see it I'm a want it Got a hundred round choppa, you ain't taking nothing from me All I know is I'm a keep it 300 Quick feet if a n***a sweet we comin' 6 feet let em leak laying on his stomach, you don't really want it Laying down run it Need money, everything money Pull up on the scene ain't a damn thing funny Think sh** a dream how you ain't never seen money Got the white with clean dirty magazine money Get money, f** hoes I'll peel a P-7 truck slow Take a seven out the P puff dro I ain't greedy take 3 f** 4 Let's go pop a molly roll How the f** he say he ballin', his Ferragamo stollen Right wrist bright b**h rolex, rollie Wifey come from Cali but she don't know Kobe I'm lonely sitting at the top Big face watch in a big boy drop Got one shot, you shoot I pop whether or not I'd advise you to stop I be wild as a fool walking through the crowd blowing loud with the crew Rolling with a down, hear the sound of the tool Never come around cause my shooter he a fool [Outro:] It's me, it's you, get money what the f** we do Let the choppa hit him up datz kool Let the coppers do what they do Cause my Glock is matching my shoes My swagger matching my boo I done ran thru half of her crew Let me stop the track datz kool Get money what the f** we do Let the choppa hit em up datz kool Get money what the f** we do Let the choppa hit him up datz kool Cause my Glock is matching my shoes My swagger matching my boo I done ran thru half of her crew Let me stop the track datz kool Get money what the f** we do Let the choppa hit him up datz kool Get money what the f** we do Let the choppa hit him up datz kool

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