Verse 1: 

Yo oakland where im at 

If you searchin for fab 

If u hatin 

Ill have somebody hurt you real bad 

You keep on playin? 

And Imma have to lerk through ur pad 

And if we cant get you 

We sendin word to ur dad 

I know dats to bad 

Ur lil feelings are hurt and they sad 

To find out ur main girl was twerkin with fab 

And ur baby mama left my tip hurt from my brain 

So I let twin sista just suck on my chain 

Aint my fault 

You cowards still stuck in this game 

Broke wit no chips 

Dont got no luck in this game 

Gotta spend the rest of ur life 

Stuck in this game 

Why im ridin round cuttin up the bump in the Range 

Ive been gettin hate all my life 

Nuthin has changed 

Except for now 

Im steady ice stuffin these chains 

Had to stop puffin the jane 

Start coppin them thangs 

Dont get mad 

See me with dub on a range 





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Cause I pull up causin trobule 

In that lexus bubble 

And whatever ur cost 

Man my chain cost double 

Gettin cheese 

Bakin bread 

With a reckless hustle 

Stay away from them police 

Cause they want me to struggle 

Pull up on dubs 

Gettin muggs from all of yo people 

Wanna leave me open up 

From the slug from that eagle 

But im 5 g’s gettin gone on u cuzzin 

Lovley and im steady shinin crome on u cuzzin 



Verse 2: 



Im from the pole 

Real cold 

Icy weather whatever 

Thats why im use to rockin these Iceberg sweaters 

Nikes and kenneths what we sport 

Lookin saucy as lito 

n nigloos what we call our closest people 

Mistah F.A.B is what Im called 

Dont get it confused 

Cause ull be 

The next person 

That be big on the news 

And I like I said before 

Ur chick could get hit if I choose 

And ur wig will get split 

If u actin a fool 

Mackin is cool 

Man just get my scratch and my loot 

Scrappin will do 

If yall dont think my rappin is true 

Send some bosses with some gats 

Come afta ya crew 

Pay a hop head 

Like a k-nine 

A captrue ur dudes 

Im from the same town 

Where they shot the Mack on the stoop 

Oakland california 

Yeah man we back in this bootch 

What chall thought? 

I was gone stop stackin my loot? 

Yeah right, 

Im still steady mackin these fools 



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Verse 3: 

Hit the Raiders game 

With my Jerry Rice on dawg 

On the side line 

With my dairy ice on yall 

Do a song at half time 

In a skybox tele 

Callin shots 

Got Al davis 

On my celli 

fo mistah F.A.B 

Man I dont think ya’ll ready 

Stright hits 

R&B 

Hot as the seringetti 

Just give me the lobsta 

You can keep the steak and spaggetti 

I mess with mobstas 

That will take all yo fetti 

Boo 

Whatchu lookin at 

Im fab not betty 

On the street 

Spittin heat 

Like my name was eddie 

Like a marksman 

Yeah man my aim is steady 

On the hoop court 

Yeah my game deadly 

Leave u sayin “uh-oh” 

Like ur name was Nelly 

Got a platinum chian dawg 

That hang to my belly 

Whatchu want 

Whatchu get 

Whatchu claim to need? 

And when I blow 

Im puttin out my cuzzos bleed 

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