96/October

[Chorus]
Born in 01 so I can’t cop a pistol yet
I still run up on you cause I need me a fucking check
Can’t fuck with old hoes only new hoes
If that bitch under 15 you know thats a no no
Born in 01 so I can’t cop a pistol yet
I still run up on you cause I need me a fucking check
Can’t fuck with old hoes only new hoes
If that bitch under 15 you know thats a no no

[Verse 1]
Yea my family rich, but I’m still a broke boy
Yea my parents told me “kid you got to work if you wan’t joy”
So I got out the lawn mower, yea I worked as a ball boy
I was steady on my grind, but steady unemployed
Rigging up the school, lil bitch was a decoy
Finnessing all these fools, you know that was a smart ploy
Running all these packs, got a guard, thats a convoy
Can’t fuck no thot cause you know thats a used toy
Running up a check, steady out finnessing bands
If you tryna touch my mans, I’ll cut off your hands
Cause Lil Fatal got no censor, Lil Bitch I got no glads
And I got a Louis belt with some black and blue vans
Hold up, let me get it started
JJ’s all retarded, bitch you are my target
Knock you out like forget
Lil bitch named Margaret
Soon yea I’ll be on the fucking forbes list
Yea you can’t fuck with Fatal the finess kid
Shout out Kodak Black, outta jail in time to test shit
Swear to god, soon I’ll be out of this country
Take it world wide, I know that shit meant to be
Fuck you up, dick you down
Imma take you round and round
This shit is a carousel, this shit merry go round
Fuck yea, Astroworld
Smoke a joint we out this world
Travis Please, Astroworld
Off a Perc don’t take my word
And I’m swerving in a coupe
This shits black and not purple this time
Can’t fuck no old hoe

[Chorus]
Born in 01 so I can’t cop a pistol yet
I still run up on you cause I need me a fucking check
Can’t fuck with old hoes only new hoes
If that bitch under 15 you know thats a no no
Born in 01 so I can’t cop a pistol yet
I still run up on you cause I need me a fucking check
Can’t fuck with old hoes only new hoes
If that bitch under 15 you know thats a no no

[Verse 2]
Yuh that’s a no no, uh yea no no
Can’t fuck a hoe, that’s a no go
Huh, no no, no no
Yuh yuh, no go
All this shit got me rage swiping
Yubo Tinder, maybe even fucking Grindr
Nah fuck that shit man, for real though
Five Finger Freddy, bitch you know my name
Imma run up on your block with two Glocks and all the fame
You got sixth degree burns when I kill you with this flame
Cause you bitches hella ugly, yea you bitches hella lame
Yuh, you fucking for the fame
Clout chasing demons, this shit ain’t a game
This is my life, this is my passion
Like a fucking fruit I eat that shit I’m dashing
Yuh, yea my whip so goddamn foreign
Huh yea, Volvo that shits from Sweden
Yea my whip so goddamn foreign
Yea, Volvo that shits from Sweden
Yuh huh, yuh got a Ligier
Uh yuh, ay thats Italian shit
Mh yuh, ay and I got the fake leather seats
Yuh, and I fuck your bitch and then I skeet
Brrrraaap
On god though Fatal is the best fucking artist out of Sweden like no cap, fucking ever
Y’all ain’t even ready for this shit

[Chorus]
Born in 01 so I can’t cop a pistol yet
I still run up on you cause I need me a fucking check
Can’t fuck with old hoes only new hoes
If that bitch under 15 you know thats a no no
Born in 01 so I can’t cop a pistol yet
I still run up on you cause I need me a fucking check
Can’t fuck with old hoes only new hoes
If that bitch under 15 you know thats a no go