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Big Phatz - U$ Lyrics



Big Phatz - U$ Lyrics




You know it's 2021, you know we gotta go hard for this shit
M-K
F*ck with them niggas, time out
Networking off a couple of IPs, got the ops upset with me

They be tryna find me, so lowkey, our eyes spy can't find me
When I step up, they really running, if it's really me
All white ghost, got me feeling like Casper
Pull up on a nigga, have him spook, boy

Pull up your hand, this a robbery for your loot
Niggas know I'm bout to get it, pop out like some gray coat
Say you got diamonds, I want them too
Bought the double up, that's why they call me Jimmy too

Time, cause I love the double up, no Easter pink
But I got it in my cup, little fat daddy
Got what you want, we can put it up
If you on some funny business, you can get f*cked up

Hard time, the niggas in the attic
Now your mama in that black shit crying, now that shit tragic
Should've never f*cked with some real hitters like us
Told cuz we can put ourselves on, we don't need nobody

Run around the city
I ain't from here, but I'm bout to put on for the city
I'm in the back of the Escalade getting chauffeured
Networking off of two phones, main main in the fist

Trying to feed the rats
Got caught up in the white tub
Be your own family, turn your back
F*ck with the family, you can get wet like the mafia

Yeah, we really like that
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Really like that, where a phone call can get you wet
Two tags, put it in the hat's back

Run around the city like that
Ain't no need to call God or anybody, get your homework back
Like, whoa, clear, you on the side of the road like splat
Trying to run out with that sack

You know we ain't bout to have that
Nah, nah, nah, nah
F*ck around, you would get wet
No soul searching for the pack

Ain't no need calling for your money back
Little nigga ran up with the sack
Go to the streets and they bring it right back
Blunt, blunt, I arranged this to get my mama right

Trips to the west, had to get them best right
I need them pills, I don't care if they pray
Send them bitches to the Midwest
Had no keys, famous, like Alicia

Blueprints, no Visa
Put my money, slide on your people
Smoking opps like reefer
Smoking opps like reefer

Should've never fought with some real getters like us
Nah, nah, nah, nah
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You know it's 2021, you know we gotta go hard for this shit
M-K
F*ck with them niggas, time out
Networking off a couple of IPs, got the ops upset with me

They be tryna find me, so lowkey, our eyes spy can't find me
When I step up, they really running, if it's really me
All white ghost, got me feeling like Casper
Pull up on a nigga, have him spook, boy

Pull up your hand, this a robbery for your loot
Niggas know I'm bout to get it, pop out like some gray coat
Say you got diamonds, I want them too
Bought the double up, that's why they call me Jimmy too

Time, cause I love the double up, no Easter pink
But I got it in my cup, little fat daddy
Got what you want, we can put it up
If you on some funny business, you can get f*cked up

Hard time, the niggas in the attic
Now your mama in that black shit crying, now that shit tragic
Should've never f*cked with some real hitters like us
Told cuz we can put ourselves on, we don't need nobody

Run around the city
I ain't from here, but I'm bout to put on for the city
I'm in the back of the Escalade getting chauffeured
Networking off of two phones, main main in the fist

Trying to feed the rats
Got caught up in the white tub
Be your own family, turn your back
F*ck with the family, you can get wet like the mafia

Yeah, we really like that
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Really like that, where a phone call can get you wet
Two tags, put it in the hat's back

Run around the city like that
Ain't no need to call God or anybody, get your homework back
Like, whoa, clear, you on the side of the road like splat
Trying to run out with that sack

You know we ain't bout to have that
Nah, nah, nah, nah
F*ck around, you would get wet
No soul searching for the pack

Ain't no need calling for your money back
Little nigga ran up with the sack
Go to the streets and they bring it right back
Blunt, blunt, I arranged this to get my mama right

Trips to the west, had to get them best right
I need them pills, I don't care if they pray
Send them bitches to the Midwest
Had no keys, famous, like Alicia

Blueprints, no Visa
Put my money, slide on your people
Smoking opps like reefer
Smoking opps like reefer

Should've never fought with some real getters like us
Nah, nah, nah, nah
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Writer: Eric Vereen
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
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Written by: Eric Vereen

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