Lyrics Fat Camp - Pouya , Fat Nick

Boy tell me how I look, tell me how I look
Brand new brand [?], tell me I look
Bitch tell me how I look, tell me how I look
Forgi whippin on my wig, tell me how I look
Bitch tell me how I look, go and tell me now
T'd up, phone flippin, got me stuntin now
Bitch tell me how I look, go and tell me now
Countin lean, dope smoke, [?]

Smart jug flexing, euro bitch she whippin Lexus
Got this dope from the west, but my pints straight from Texas
Pussy ass lil boy go and tell me how you feel
Dropped out ninth grade and I'm still getting deals
Jug phone boomin [?]
Yeah yo bitch love me cause I weigh a [?]
Got Forgi's on my segway, wack yo ass in broad day
Smoking super dope, and I only want yo bitch face
Tweeting at a lame, come I'll show you how its done
Never cuffed no thot, quick bust then I [?]
Different colored xans, got em looking like some lunch
Village ass Bape, this designer make me [?]
Double deuce, and I ain't sipping cut
Drop two footballs in my syrofoam cup
Got the bitch steady tweaking yeah I [?]
All this lame ass goofs bitch I ex 'em by the map
Saying I ain't jug cause the color of my skin
Bitch I push more weight than the body that I'm in
Bitch I been getting hoes, boy I been smoking thrax
No, no new squad boy we ain't doing drafts
Got yo girl so wet and that pussy need a raft
Yeah she bust it wide open and I ain't even need to ask
Yeah she rolling, what you holding, pistol make your face [?]
Thottie blowing, need [?], not I be come and going
What you bout, counting clout, took yo bitch now walk it out
Hold the [?], out the shits, sicko gas gon' got me lit
Tweetin' drillin', [?], pussy boy ain't with the shits
Now it's down, hit the ground, buffet boys we run around