Fat Cats, Bigga Fish

The Coup

Well now haha what have we here?



chorus



c-c-c-come with it



get down get down get down 2ce



repeat



It's almost ten o clock see i got a ball of lifted property



so i slid my beenie hat on sloppily



and promenade out to take up a collection



i got game like i read the directions



i 'm wishing that i had an automobile



as i feel the cold wind rush past



but let me state that i am a hustler for real



so you know i got the stolen bus pass



just as the bus pulls up and i step to the rear



this ole lady look like she drank a forty of fear



i see my ole school partner said his brother got popped



pay my respects



can you ring the bell we came to my stop



the street light reflects off the piss on the ground



which reflects off the hamburger sign as it turns round



which reflects off the chrome of the bmw



which reflects off the fact that i am broke



now what the fuck is new



i need loot i sweat the motherfucka



in the tweed suit



and i'm on his ass quicker than a kick from a grease boot



eased up slow and discreet



could tell he was suspicious by the way he slid his feet



didn't wanna fuck up the come on



so i smiled with my eyes said hey how it's hanging guy



bumped into his shoulders but he passed with no reaction



damn this motherfucka had a hella of andrew jacksons



i'm a thief or pickpocket give a fuck what you call it



used to call em fat cats.



i just call them wallets getting federal aint just a klepto



master card or visa i'd gladly accept those



sneaky motherfucka with a scam know how to pull it



got a mirror in my pocket but that wont stop no bullets



story just begun but you already know



aint no need to get down shit i'm already low



chor