Fat Bro - Round Table Gang

(Mmhm)
We was trappin' outta Grannies me, Pop, Wanson and Big Jay then
Whiteman ain't no saint gone make that snow fall for them Franklins
He was talkin' hot that got em' dropped them hollows bent his face in, yea
Don't try to run this ain't for fun we hawk him time to chase him, yea
And free Big Bro he sat those days just like the weekend
It's B-S-O no turnin' back I'm in the deep end
These niggas bitin' on our flow these pussy's leachin'
And bitch I chill at rappin' Oppy's specialty is creepin'
Just watch me switch the flow, babygirl I gotta get it
We was trappin' outta Grannies 018 you can ask how I'm livin'
Niggas spinnin' back to back
Every week had to cop a new strap, yea
Couple niggas spoke hard Big Bro just push his brains back
I was trappin' on the couch G23 and a black mini MAC
Perk fein dudes a snap
Aunty gettin' bust right down for crack
We was posted by the store every hour go grab a new batch
Fat Boss straight facts, put the gang on the map
(Mmhm)
We was trappin' outta Grannies me, Pop, Wanson and Big Jay then
Whiteman ain't no saint gone make that snow fall for them Franklins
He was talkin' hot that got em' dropped them hollows bent his face in, yea
Don't try to run this ain't for fun we hawk him time to chase him, yea
(Like the weekend)
(I swear to God I'm in the deep end)
(I swear to God these pussy's leachin')

Written by:
Robert Montgomery

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