Da Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze-Lil' O

You know Lil' O Hit the brick and turn thirty-six to fifty-four Get the rental, hit the interstate and get the dough I keep my game face on H-Town niggas stay paper chase on All that "what's up kinfolk?" we ain't no relation I got my dough, you wanna play you get a game station 'Cuz I don't want the block, I want the whole nation I'm greedy, envy, trife and lust creation I'm the, the fat rat with the cheddar When I blast my Beretta, slugs smash through your sweater And if you come, I'm sho' know when I mash it's whatever I spin a ni**a hot and turn his a** into leather Two bricks in the dash, fifty g's in the fender Throw stash spot from my glock, I call it blender Do menage a trois with them broads, Kim and Brenda I'm the cat that separate the ballers from pretenders I'm the, the fat rat with the cheeze The boy that got the work, from half O's to Ki's They call me, the fat rat with the cheeze I bleed niggas' blocks and stab O's and G's They call me, the fat rat with the cheeze The little ni**a, that push them big body V's They call me, the fat rat with the cheeze There's stealers on my team that smash blows and freeze You know when fat rat hit the club I always ride through stuntin' There's somethin' big and wide, and it's glidin' on buttons 'Cuz the wool lookin' phat my insides lika a glutton And I don't say hi to these hoes that ain't f**kin' And if you wanna check, go ahead and try it ain't nothin' There's killers on my side, just dyin' to spray sumthin' Paint somethin' wrap up the tape somethin' That's what happened to the last niggas came through frontin' Now I'm in the field, arms in the Lexus In the b**ch like they mommas keep they heads put away Every soldier on my team all about gettin' cake When they bust out of line, we do? em to set? em straight Now it's the thug ones, who snatch your loved ones And call you for the ransom we want it in all ones [Incomprehensible] debatin', we all duns Them niggas alright, but me, I'm awesome, I'm the The fat rat with the cheeze The boy that got the work, from half O's to Ki's They call me, the fat rat with the cheeze I bleed niggas' blocks and stab O's and G's They call me, the fat rat with the cheeze The little ni**a, that push them big body V's They call me, the fat rat with the cheeze There's stealers on my team that smash blows and freeze I'm still a vida loca slangin' coke-a Block leadin', tryna get money like Oprah In the kitchen cookin' these chickens like okra I can get it raw, white, yellow, tan or mocha Ain't no game is over, it's just a lot of new heads Now a niggas winnin' wars, giving game to the feds That's the type that cats that get found with a brain full of lead In the living room, tied up and gagged, laying in red, laying and dead 'Cuz ni**a if you mention my name I will break every bone and every inch of your frame When I throw you off the roof and have you wrenchin' in pain There's nuthin' in the world like the stench of remains 'Cuz when I throw? em I don't play no elementary games Not when he drunk, ice grill, catching a flame He could bust, anything, tryna get at my change I got the streets on lock like penitentiaries, man I'm the, the fat rat with the cheeze The boy that got the work, from half O's to Ki's They call me, the fat rat with the cheeze I bleed niggas' blocks and stab O's and G's They call me, the fat rat with the cheeze The little ni**a, that push them big body V's They call me, the fat rat with the cheeze There's stealers on my team, that smash blows and freeze