Fat Cat - Run Dat Shit Remix

2020 Been a year filled with bad experiences, important lessons and losses
The impact it had on this world was so surreal and overwhelming
Shoutout to those who made it thru
Say FUCKYEA if you made it thru
2021 Gon be full of W's you heard
For real
Bitch
Fuck on that bitch
We gon pull up with the stick
You know that we run dat shit
Lil baby know she a freak
Walking down the street feel like I'm the man
Never do no drugs never pop a xan
We gon pull up like the taleban
You know we on top you're the middleman
I am the man, we got the plans, ride with the gang
Who is the man, who got the plans, ride with the gang
Run Dat Shit, Run Dat Shit
Run Dat Shit, Run Dat Shit
I might just pull up in a whip ain't no benzo
Fatcat ain't got time for no friend zone
Pull up fourth quarter it's the end zone
Skrt skrt better pray to God aim your temple
ProdByDan give me tempo, sample that shit like a lab example
My brain not for rental, pull up on the scene and spit it's mental
Spitting that shit make it look so easy, don't give a fuck if a hater scheming
Boost through the hate like the weather breezy
Fuck up that kicks like it's Kanye's Yeezy
Finna be great ain't denying that, don't mind the haters no light in that
Claim that they best in the scene I ain't buying that
Getting the clout like the sky know I fly in that
We bout to go viral murdered the beat but there ain't no siren
I ain't got no rivals, imma drop this shit and stay silent
Look at my progress like fitbit, shit I'm badder than a thick bitch
Know I'm the type to switch drips, know I'm gon make it big bitch
Fuck on that bitch
We gon pull up with the stick
You know that we run dat shit
Lil baby know she a freak
Walking down the street feel like I'm the man
Never do no drugs never pop a xan
We gon pull up like the taleban
You know we on top you're the middleman
I am the man, we got the plans, ride with the gang
Who is the man, who got the plans, ride with the gang
Run Dat Shit, Run Dat Shit
Run Dat Shit, Run Dat Shit
Run dat shit uh yeah, Burn up a spliff uh smoke
Running the strip uh smoke, Don't fuck with no bitch uh no
Stacks over stacks uh cash, I'm busting her back uh BITCH
Fatcat on the track, And i get the green do the digital dash
Yeah
I got slaps on slaps these people don't test what they don't get uh
Nobody run up a cheque when i'm blowing this paper hand on racks uh
Moving in silence like mimes on the road
These pussy bitches tryna fuck up the flow
Man i got this game wrapped around my whole finger
You ain't got nothing on me in the ringer
Getting the plans like my name was Carter
Overseas flavors it's foreign arrival
I'm back in the booth and i'm tracking my kills
These rappers too lazy they ran up they bill
Okay wait wait
Stacking the cash on my plate ate
Tryna get a track but you ain't great
All these motherfuckers wanna get taste
Get out of the way
Allure gon fuck shit up
Know I'm gon make it big bitch
Fuck on that bitch
We gon pull up with the stick
You know that we run dat shit
Lil baby know she a freak
Walking down the street feel like I'm the man
Never do no drugs never pop a xan
We gon pull up like the taleban
You know we on top you're the middleman
Fuck on that bitch
We gon pull up with the stick
You know that we run dat shit
Lil baby know she a freak
Walking down the street feel like I'm the man
Never do no drugs never pop a xan
We gon pull up like the taleban
You know we on top you're the middleman
I am the man, we got the plans, ride with the gang
Who is the man, who got the plans, ride with the gang
Run Dat Shit, Run Dat Shit
Run Dat Shit, Run Dat Shit

Written by:
farhan rashid, han chia

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