Fat Trel - What We Doing lyrics

rate me

Feat. Tracy T

(Verse – Fat Trel)

Crazy, goin’ crazy

I think I’m crazy, goin’ crazy

Ok, I’m thinking about coppers and choppers

And takin’ the tea

And I’m how , so leave it now

I shut `em for hours

Anf hop in your shower, fuckin’ your bitch

I’m ungly and rich

If you like me, you probably just fuckin’ forget

This one how you kiss

Now take me on a trip, I play with a brick

I’m crazy , you a shit

I don’t give a fuck, you lazy shit

I see why you broke

You sleepin’ in motion and get up in the lay

I cll with the breas, coaking the squeez

I do with east, I make her believe

My paper is great, what the fuck do you mean?

I stay with the hunnits, addicted to money, your bitch tryna fuck

But me I just laugh

That shit is funny cuz me I don’t want it

You see why I’m stunnin’

I stunin’ with nothin’, my bread was comin

I was roabing in public

And willy was nothin’

But back to the subject, I was yelling

I’mma younger with money

Plus I pally with the malley, smoke joints by the onion

I knew I was comin, iknew it was you how will comein here stunnin’

We never was pumpin’

What the fuck is you bluffin’, you never was pumpin

What the fuck is you bluffin’

All that that I can’t forget about

Real niggas

Can’t forget about `em

(Hook Fat Trel)

I say should know me, show me love and

I wounld’t doubt it

But if she let me fuck , I’ma get the money out

Now we don’t count

Where we at? What she doin’

What we doin’, what I’m countin’, where we at?

What she doin’, what we doin’

(Verse – Tracy T.)

Niggas was fully, right round in the hood wih the buissines

Get in that dope money, street money gettin’,

I get it and flip it see it, it’s bring it mo’ money

Smokign and dodges and feeling my lungs

so with Cllay witll bring and gettin a mil

Nigga my ears, look at my ears, ice on my ears

Look at his ears

It’s not like your ears

Look at __________(?)

Back bucth making money, she goal dealer

Taking money to a mind it’s real roll ith ‚em

Cuz that’s how it goes, make back murder game

You get murder for chase so stay out the road

Or just stay on your laim

I’m feelin’ so close, I think that I’ll go

This gota go roll

They got me a hoer, my rollie is gone

I pull up in the rose

Pull up in the roary you have it, I’m sory

That’s Benja a thousand

The money is palling and I came from the ballets

So nigga is wallin and not if this leaning

I get and you keep it, go get like myself

I got here my belt, I drink in top shelve

Cooking dope like a chef

Got straight like a rustle and this niggas stune

Got shoes and pall

I do with my left, get you right with the shelves

It’s all for tha cause

(Hook – Fat Trel)

I think I’m crazy, goin’ crazy

Gon;’crazy, run up in nigga hou’

I see police, I think we goin’ down

So many haters while my clip will halla down

I got some old stacks that I can’t forget about

Real niggas, can’t forget about `em

(Hook Fat Trel)