Sk**z - Fatty Girl Freestyle lyrics

f**in' with sk**z, you gon' meet ya doom n***a I spit fire that make dragons wanna leave the room I put VA on the map, open the south When I spit, b**hes open up they legs or they mouth And ya mans wanna battle, but I ain't let him I dont 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' n***as 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 f**ers and ballers, they scrubs First muh'f**er 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 dont move b**h 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 P.diddy run the city, thats his claim to fame? If he moved to VA, he'd change his name I dont 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 its gets You ain't gotta gun, you ain't gon blast the 8 You a punk, you got ya hype man a** in ya face Ask around, I'm a basket case I got words that make a n***a 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 a** yo, goto the studio and rap about that n***as 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 n***a 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 k** me I told him, "Steavy dont 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 its 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 Sk**z 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 f**in' in Miami, yall was down there duckin' Suge So tell me whats good, what ya life be bout Suge got you shook, f** you doin' shoutin' him out? You ain't down, start slidin' n***a I already gave you pound, STOP DICK RIDIN' ni**a You a grown man you need to stop it Sk**z represent, buy the album when I drop it