Midget Fox Lyrics – YTB Fatt

Read the full Midget Fox lyrics by YTB Fatt along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ytb Fatt’s music, you can also explore So Sexyy and Love & Murder, two other songs by Ytb Fatt.

[Intro]
Put the track on, put a track on.
Don’t pull—I’m shootin’ back at it.

[Verse 1]
I got smoke with picture frames, 800 for a brand-new C.
I shoot around in a ,000 jacket,
Dissing me? I’m on T-Ra’s way back laughing.

Say what? Hit the punch, 100K on cash.
Every diss I hear, I buy another Glock.
By me, DQ, change your face—
I’m bulletproof, another car.

Only thing coming through it is a grenade.
He never rolled a jet with a hunting shark.
Fox is only state-to-state; ain’t no comparing me.

[Chorus]
If I open my jewelry box, you see me.
Like the Mur Gang with the class for real,
But I keep it confidential.

[Verse 2]
Make sure my killers good; pain set the Continental.
Pockets overload, car in my ‘95.
Watches on my wrist, but tricking the whole world.

He ain’t never tapped the switch,
He ain’t never seen no action.
No, you a snitch. Every time, I show.

Slow down, fly the C.
Grab me 150 bands, shining like M.

[Bridge]
How you say you G?

You never stole a car around here.
For that, I bought me another watch.
I don’t play no games, no shade.

Turn the city; I got real cheese on my head.
I bet Civics bulletproof,
I make sure the cheese keeps coming.

[Verse 3]
You on business?
I make sure this gets big and bigger.
In prison, mostly the ones talking,
I don’t even know.

In a trap, where I’m from, it’ll be snowing.
If I ever get locked, I run the dorm.
If you hit jail, I’ll get you rapped wherever you’re going.

[Chorus]
Blood for the people I talk by,
CP and a lot of issues so I call.
The killers is on GP, free like CG.

[Outro]
I got a chop, I came back.
Got rich the same week.
The ones who dissed me,
I’m the same one who put their mama on her feet.

I got rich, but I’m never too rich to hop on feet.
Got my game from God; my mom thought I was TG.
Millions every time I drop.

City want me gone;
All the DA want me gone.
Still steady droppin’ songs—
City, here I come.