Joey Fatts – 211 lyrics

[Verse 1: Joey Fatts]
Tape his limbs if he moves let him have it
Banana clip on that choppa choppin em down to a fraction
Found some cash in his timbs couple O's in the mattress
Street survival tactics joeys badass with automatics
To think wise when you fuckin with these kinda guys
In your crib until we paid in full bitches ace time
I want the drugs and everything up in that safe mine
Tellin lies 16 in the clip will give his face 9
I'm not that average nigga that u used to
A little unstable than the usual
Shoot you and have the doc yellin pull thru
Ya bitch can get it too shoot her out her goodie two shoes
Ya deuce foo
My killers bring the news to ya goof troops
Flexin like he the man, introducing the fans
Kick his door in to change a nigga plans
Choppa smokin die from second hand
Blam

[Hook]
When you see this hammer better give it up
Before this semi auto bust and leave you spittin up
Run up with the pump tucked like nigga what
Know you in a rush but nigga I don't give a fuck
Teach his ass a lesson walk around flexing
Catch him slippin give it up no questions
Or I'mma wet ya
I want it all I'm not the one you should be testing
Second guessing, turn a 211 187


[Verse 2: Joey Fatts]
My younger homies got me feelin like I'm Joseph Kony
They grab a .40 turn the beef into bologna for me
Coulda balled but he rather bang my youngin told me
On the block in all black shootin like Ginobli
And he'd do it all for a dolla bill
So nigga we want it all or get ya momma killed
He shook, grade school ain't teach these kinda drills
Popped a still lean flat like he poppin pills
Play the field like a sooner hoggin like pumba
Play with my mula get this ruger put to your medulla
Fatts Krueger not Rick bitch but I'm a ruler
Hittin licks racked out like I'm Lex Luger
We them niggas that ya momma always warned you bout
So when this .40 out I'll run everything but your mouth
In his house we take everything but the couch
Uhaulin shit, shit he movin out

[Hook]
When you see this hammer better give it up
Before this semi auto bust and leave you spittin up
Run up with the pump tucked like nigga what
Know you in a rush but nigga I don't give a fuck
Teach his ass a lesson walk around flexing
Catch him slippin give it up no questions
Or I'mma wet ya
I want it all I'm not the one you should be testing
Second guessing, turn a 211 187