YTB Fatt - Calm It Down Lyrics

Right there, yeah, g-grab that one
Yeah, grab that one
Yeah, the one with the button on it
(Tony, it's too loud)
Gimme that one too, gimme that one too
Yeah, yeah
On Zay, uh, uh

If I was you niggas, I wouldn't f*ck with McFadden, just clear the wall in the pawn shop (uh)
Police ass nigga tryna link with my killers, Sosa been still knockin' off ya top (yeah)
Nigga, this city so Goddamn little, you can run, I'ma still get the drop (yeah)
Just bought a chopper the size of a Glock, now it's easy to aim for the top
Her nigga already caught me slippin'
I'ma shooter look fast, I ain't just talkin' out my mouth
I really got racks and rank in this city, nigga, my grandma can vouch
I got like four millionaires tryna sign me, but I'm still posted at the crack house
37-thousand on my Goddamn neck, when I see 'em, on Zay, I'ma still gun 'em down
Wish I could tell Biggie "We ain't linkin' with no pussies, this shit on the floor when you get out"
On lil' Zay, I could've been changed me and my hood life
But I ain't even wanna take the hundred-thousand
Nigga, I'm on the side of my grandma house, .223 with a hunnid rounds
I heard some niggas want smoke with them foxes, went a bought some more hunnid rounds
Nigga, I been on the road so much, if the smoke get heavy, I ain't goin' out of town (yeah)
I know the gang unit got this shit on repeat so I'm calming it down
Nigga, yeah, calming it down (shh)
These niggas know we the deepest in the city but wait 'til them members on the town (yeah)
I got some niggas still tryna slide for Zay but I'm calming 'em down (pussy)
We ain't even linkin' up with new niggas in this shit, it ain't shit with you clowns
Nigga, I ain't gon' lie, ain't nobody going in this town
My nigga just called, like "Fatt, I can't slide 'cause bitch, I'm on the stove right now" (pussy)
I know he ain't lying, he stay ready to gun some' down
He say when he done cookin' this shit, he gon' get in J's car then beat up the town
Nigga, we the reason why the pawn shop runnin' out of K's, Foxes cleaning shit out
I ain't gotta lie 'bout none with this chop shit, nigga, bitch, we still see droughts
Unc' say the narcotics finna hit the spot so we took the bowls from under grandma couch
If you think I'm lyin' in any of these songs, on Zay, come figure me out
My young nigga didn't pick the phone up for me, so I guess he hangin' out the window right now
Nigga, you know what come with playin' with them Foxes, air yo' shit out (hrr)
The feds gon' come if they know I put the (hrr) on the back of my strap
Every time them pussies hit the 'net, nigga, we buyin' them straps

Nigga, nigga, we buyin' them straps
Pussy, nigga, buyin' them straps
Yeah, nigga, pull up and air yo' shit out
I ain't even gotta call my young niggas, they pull up, air yo' shit out
Pussy