Fat Trel - Zonin lyrics

rate me

Rolling out weed, smoking my smoke

Big 4 o, swear by the tone

Roll with your bitch, smoke with my click

She all in my dick, I know I’m the shit

They call me Fat Trel, skip over the chel

Motherfuck the shell, I just paid the bail

I just paid the bomb, I just paid your mom

I just paid for 5 arms, to spray up the prom

How I get there

Living how it’s written

Lovely how I spit it,

Money never trick it, bitches always good there

Pussy never split there

I get with that

See you when I miss it

And I love to twerk, smoke a lot of perk

All my bitches, all my bitches love to work

Perfect, perfect, fucking nurses

You worthless, I’m walking shirtless

With the 30 on me, got my 30 on me

You don’t want it homie

Got my 30 on me, and I’m leo high

G stop fly, call me fat ... fat popeye

Call me Fat Trel, skip over the jail

Fuck the cell, just count the mill

Just pay the bail,

Dolo what you know, 40 night, good weed, backward smoke

Gucci molly momy, she fucking ucci

She fucking trel, we eating sushi

I’m eating cucci, ..shell trife

Me I need your wife

And I need her tonight, I need her with ice

And rose, and Bombay, gin

And watch me gets it in

For he know my man, no he not my friend

For ... me, that’s the sp

Car shade, it’s the st

Rolling round with ... got a ruger, ...look like a mula

We don’t want work, we don’t want problems

We just want the perk, I just want your bitch

Let me fuck the...fuck me like she love me

Although I’m ugly, although I’m dirty

Still walk with 30’s

Still smoking ounces, I’m with the mountains

I’m with the trees, give her what she needs

She say she needs me, that’s factly

She say she needs weed, with no seeds

She say she needs sprite, she need lean

She say she needs mollies, she need beans

She say she needs a drink, she need a team

She say she needs some shows, she needs some shirts

She say she needs some clothes, she need a hearse

Cause I kill, murk, and I’m smoking purp

Room still alert, ...still twerked

Call them bad ass, or call them grams

Watch I feed...look off for your mother

Lie to your brother, ...make them understand

Walking with the grudge, walking with the 40

And I’m walking with the mug

Walking round drugs, through the corpse

It’s real life, fuck what you thought

It’s fat trel, ... we in the street

Hey ... we at your speed

Do what we want, fuck who we want

Say what we want, smoke what we want

Drink what we want

Blink if you want you gonna die

My niggas can ride

Ya homicide make my true side

When are you gonna realize

That Fat Trel certified, that’s why my twitter verified

I never lie, I never play, all I did was fry

See you in the team, but I’m the coach

I call the plays, I set the course

I make the dough, I smoke the smoke

I’m drinking drink, I love to twerk

So fuck your main, my weapon clean

It’s not mine it came from 45

..and you know I roll, smoking on some scorch shit

...and her skin soft, ...and you know I stroke, stroke

And she let me poke

And the beat gone, but the beat not open.