OC da Fat Cat
Verse 1:
Dash, dash, motherfucking fast!
Run motherfucker before I have a blast
Oh do you lack?
Big O want cash
Don’t give a fuck if you think I am mad
What’s all this jazz (blast)
Unloading gats, fast
Don’t need the sass (blast)
I just want racks, brat, yuh grrrat
I am the motherfucking fat cat
That came up on attack on the last track
The trap king, the hat trick, and I blast rats
Not so fast, just ask ‘fore you pass lad
Mad mass, issa big goon that’s a tad chad
Not too sad, since the last bag of loud fat
Bust a bag, nugs smash, take a fat drag
Mad whack, motherfucker use a bat bash, at last
Hook: x2
Big O got fat racks, that’s the dough
Big O got fat bags, that’s an O
Big O on attack, giving smoke
Big O the fat cat, it’s the O
Verse 2:
Started out on a half ounce
And that ran out
Move on to my last round
It’s a full pound
Got that shit now, to knock your ass down
Thousands been asking 'round town
Where’s the weed now?
Big O ain’t fucking around
Let me tell all of you how
How Big O been downing these clowns
Guess who the fuck laughing now
Big O is not, fucking with ops
All of you bitches won’t come out on top
Big O got bops, shooting up WASPs
Tricking the cops and I’m tooling up Glocks
Wubadaga, coup of da gras
End of the sun, but my shit won’t be stopped
Schooling on fed watch and breaking some locks
Tools of a God, I won’t let up on ops
On top
Hook:
Big O got fat racks, that’s the dough
Big O got fat bags, that’s an O
Big O on attack, giving smoke
Big O the fat cat, it’s the O
Verse 3:
Grab the booze, I will light the fuse
Molotov’s just to prove, that I’m fucking cool
Big O well to do, it’s that fucking goon
No doubt I’m the new, but I got my fucking crew
Who knew?
Took a huge hit from the dab pen
Madmen when we pull up booling imma dab Ben
Tag a couple friends to ball up like Madden
Bags upon bags, mad cash, never saddened
Tragic, bitches feeling spastic
Funny motherfuckers talking all about it they last hit
This hits mine, motherfucker I’m a blast it and
Chill it’s motherfucking 4:20
Pull up in the ghetto while I’m swerving Bugatti
You can bet Big O got a fucking piece on me
And when my jet go you can start all the running
And when I catch up, you can see some shit flying
And I won’t let up, when I see it’s your body
I’ll just speed up and I’ll let a bitch top me
While I pull up in the lobby with a Glock and army
Issa motherfucking party, not sorry
Verse 1:
Dash, dash, motherfucking fast!
Run motherfucker before I have a blast
Oh do you lack?
Big O want cash
Don’t give a fuck if you think I am mad
What’s all this jazz (blast)
Unloading gats, fast
Don’t need the sass (blast)
I just want racks, brat, yuh grrrat
I am the motherfucking fat cat
That came up on attack on the last track
The trap king, the hat trick, and I blast rats
Not so fast, just ask ‘fore you pass lad
Mad mass, issa big goon that’s a tad chad
Not too sad, since the last bag of loud fat
Bust a bag, nugs smash, take a fat drag
Mad whack, motherfucker use a bat bash, at last
Hook: x2
Big O got fat racks, that’s the dough
Big O got fat bags, that’s an O
Big O on attack, giving smoke
Big O the fat cat, it’s the O
Verse 2:
Started out on a half ounce
And that ran out
Move on to my last round
It’s a full pound
Got that shit now, to knock your ass down
Thousands been asking 'round town
Where’s the weed now?
Big O ain’t fucking around
Let me tell all of you how
How Big O been downing these clowns
Guess who the fuck laughing now
Big O is not, fucking with ops
All of you bitches won’t come out on top
Big O got bops, shooting up WASPs
Tricking the cops and I’m tooling up Glocks
Wubadaga, coup of da gras
End of the sun, but my shit won’t be stopped
Schooling on fed watch and breaking some locks
Tools of a God, I won’t let up on ops
On top
Hook:
Big O got fat racks, that’s the dough
Big O got fat bags, that’s an O
Big O on attack, giving smoke
Big O the fat cat, it’s the O
Verse 3:
Grab the booze, I will light the fuse
Molotov’s just to prove, that I’m fucking cool
Big O well to do, it’s that fucking goon
No doubt I’m the new, but I got my fucking crew
Who knew?
Took a huge hit from the dab pen
Madmen when we pull up booling imma dab Ben
Tag a couple friends to ball up like Madden
Bags upon bags, mad cash, never saddened
Tragic, bitches feeling spastic
Funny motherfuckers talking all about it they last hit
This hits mine, motherfucker I’m a blast it and
Chill it’s motherfucking 4:20
Pull up in the ghetto while I’m swerving Bugatti
You can bet Big O got a fucking piece on me
And when my jet go you can start all the running
And when I catch up, you can see some shit flying
And I won’t let up, when I see it’s your body
I’ll just speed up and I’ll let a bitch top me
While I pull up in the lobby with a Glock and army
Issa motherfucking party, not sorry
( O.C. the Wizard )
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