Fat Tuesday
Yusi Lyrics


My pocket fat
My pockets fat like its Tuesday
My pocket fat
I'm moving through all of these streets
From the west to the east
Get the fuck out my way like a float
Bitch I've been high for a week
Geekin I'm geeked
My shirt reek just like some smoke
Really I'm throwed off, I'm throwed
I'm standing on bidness
I'm standing on ten of my toes
Baby I've been in that water
I feel like young Carter
Flood baby if you didn't know
Some of my niggas some Zulus
We ball like the Zulu
We balling like Kobe Shaquille
Some of my niggas gorillas
They came from the bunker
They came from the top of the hill
None of my niggas no killers
Like nigga who asking
I don't even know you foreal
That nigga pigging he squeal
He took him a deal
He tryna catch an appeal
All of my pockets is fat
I cant even cap
I'm turning up on a Tuesday
No I don't know how to act
I'm sipping my daq
I had to pour me some Dussé
I caught me a Uber with one of my thooters
Like Bktherula we tweaking and shit
Yeah that my lah juvie but she not a junior
I put on my scuba and swim in that bitch
I'm swimming
I'm swimming
I'm swimming
I'm swimming
I'm swimming
I'm swimming just like Michael Phelps
Look at my belt
Look at my wrist
Look at my bitch
Yeah she fine as hell
Say that you rich
But I cant tell
Cop me a pint
Just like Blue Bell
Cant take no L
But I take a Zelle
I send her some money
That pussy for sale
I would like to say though
I've never paid for pussy in my life
That bitch keep calling me trade
Okay
Met that bitch at a parade
Okay
I seen that baby at Bacchus
We got to talking
Then we got to sparking
Walking, I had that walk that bitch down
Her shit so fat was like turn it around
We went to Rex and had sex in the back of the Bentley
I'm grabbing that bitch by the beads
Pop me some molly I'm smoking some weed
She a psychologist going crazy
Go to Loyola but she wearing green
She barely passing so I gave her D
Its hard to C,
Yeah its hard to B
Sober when you busy fucking with me
In my bookbag got a pack
Next to the strap
Yeah I never lack
All of my pockets is fat
I cant even cap
I'm turning up on a Tuesday
No I don't know how to act
I'm sipping my daq
I had to pour me some Dussé


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Written by: Jihad Yusuf

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