Fatha Ferg - Mr. Fantastic (feat. FMF Mike P.)

I’m the realist nigga outta Buffalo since McDoo
Walk up on me and I’ll show you what that mac a do
Load it, cock it, bang it on u like Shaq would do
Put a hole in yo ass, I see right thru you
Put a couple in yo casket cause it ain’t no sequel
Got you blowing in the wind like nigga I feel you
Had him lookin like a peppermint under dem white covers
Leakin next to his mans you can call them blood brothers
Slappin niggaz up, even tho the friendship a lie
Carrying a big 10, before I buck his eye
You Bitch ass nigga, you a pussy motherfucker
You ain’t nutin in this world, even wit a rubber
I pac 12 Trojans cause i'm banging it lik DeRozan
His girl, I wrapped her so I can spur the moment
Nigga was actin tough cause he build lik Tyson
I paid 400 for this glock and he think we fightin
Cause he thought he was slick
Thought he was fuckin wit a bitch
So I let a nigga have it til I had empty clip
I’m the 1 lik Neo
So sick lik Neyo
Personality like a trio
Run my jungle lik a Leo
Ain’t no wrestler, but I’m ready to rumple
Block shots lik Mutombo
Niggas say, uh oh (UH OH)
Cause when Ferg come around they know that it’s trouble
Mike got the pistol and im coming wit the shovel
Nigga’s just blastin, air niggaz gaspin
Niggas just not eatin, You’ll think niggas was fasting
Tryin to flip that money man like gymnastic
Niggas will disappear, getin more bricks then the thing
Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means
Niggas is doom, if you dont got the ratchet
Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Ok, now imma make the money stack
if i lose it, get it back
Ridin with some killers say my name and they gon get you whacked
I ain’t with the disrespect, talking out your fucking neck
I pull the strap, you think the shit a game watch how i play with that
I heat up like a heater, bet your girl like my demeanor
I’m that nigga, she a eater why she all up on my penis
Get ya feature, i’m the goat like this ‘08 and i am weezy
niggas copy, wanna be me egos growing off the meter
And i can never cuff a skeezer i just beat it then i leave her
Shawty feening throw it back and imma catch it wide receiver
Damn i’m cold like my neck and wrist i’m a walking freezer
Ion want her i just fuck her take her back man can keep her
She like to lick my lollipop I take the girl to candy lane
Choppa bullets big so imma spray and i ain’t gotta aim
Hottest in my city give em time and they gon know my name
I’m cut from a different cloth so me and you are not the same
She say she went to Spelman well i let lil mama give me brain
FMF the family nigga way more than a fuckin gang
I was born a gangsta im a real nigga i never change
I just want the money ion give a fuck about the fame
Paranoid so i’m riding dolo when i’m in the coop
Just me and my glock so if you reach wrong nigga imma shoot
Niggas know i’m spitting fire always when im in the booth
Undefeated I’m a winner all my niggas winners too
Nigga’s just blastin, air niggaz gaspin
Niggas just not eatin, You’ll think niggaz was fasting
Tryin to flip that money man like gymnastic
Niggaz will disappear, getin more bricks then the thing
Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means
Niggas is doom, if you don’t got da ratchet
Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
I’m from a city where the beast pray over the weak
I’m apart of the streets, B-Lo where is I creep
The hustle and the muscle comes off naturally
You’ll get tagged and body bagged if you think shit sweet
And these bitches still burning but these niggas ain’t learnin’
If your grind ain’t strong these boys will catch that ass lurkin’
Wet you like you Surfing
Dive on board or b left squirmin
Gun is a dick that’ll leave u pussy niggas squirtin
Niggas swear they solid til they gun jam and shit
Ice is solid too until you put some heat to that bitch
Prayin to god cause his life support is about to fail
Walked in a church wit a bat man, made them Christians bail
Ford vs Ferrari, wit me you can’t tell
The difference, Im speeding on my way to hell
Im a paper chaser, wit a perfect aimer
Blow your forehead off yea I call that mind easer
Niggas just blastin, air niggas gaspin
Niggas just not eatin, you’ll think niggas was fastin
Tryin to flip that money man like a gymnastic
Niggas will disappear, getin more bricks then the thing
Sumthin like the torch, got that fire by any means
Niggas iz doom, if you dnt got the ratchet
Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Tryin to make that money stretch Mr. fantastic
Mr. Fantastic
Mr. Fantastic
Mr. Fantastic
Mr. Fantastic

Written by:
Alex Sikes, Brandon McDougald, Mar Alexander, Mike Pulley, Tim Ferguson, Jr

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