Jake Rimix

Aye! I pull my dick out she said "what ima do with that?"
I said bitch put your moth on it
Suck it like it that sauce on it
Yeah I got some sauce don't it?
They call me lil fancy yeah
You call me fan for short
Got Cartier glasses I look like a dork
Smoking gas you smoke Newport shorts
Fuck the laws I ain't going to court
He think we even we gone settle the score
I told her what the fuck you settling for?
Come get with a G
Got racks in my jeans
I bless you like you sneeze
I got. . . Got a Glock with the beam
Run up on me I squeeze
You don't know me
My style is so mean
That shit is impeccable
Eat the dick like it's edible
Yeah
Lil Fancy feel like Mr. incredible

I'm in a jet I don't fly coach I'm with your bitch only want throat
Flexing with cash I do the most bitch it's lil fan call me the goat
MDMA I'm on that molly
I keep a pistol you know it's beside me
And I've been thinking bout coppin a mazzi (Maserati)
Shout out to Gucci I wish he would sign me
I got the sauce like the wasabi
I got the juice I'm not talking Dasani
I keep a shooter you know he behind me
Police be looking but they cannot find me
Look at my belt it say double g's
Your bitch wanna give me some company
I told the bitch she cannot fuck for free
She wanna fuck me gotta pay a fee
She fuck me so good I might paint her feet
I fucked the bitch in the back seat
Lil bitch was fucking on Trap Ri
Bitch thought she was gone trap me?

It's Trap ri the god
Yo bitch is a façade
She wanna minija
That pussy massaged
Eat the dick like is dinner
She love when I'm in her
I'm deep up up in her
Rearranging her innards
Loving lil fan huh
Yo bitch is a fan bruh
I do my lil dance chyeah
Counting these bands up
20 ands 50s and 100s
Kick wit yo bitch yeah i punt it
I'm giving her dick and she running
Balenciagas yeah the runners
Rolling backwoods of the OG
You a fuck nigga and you owe me
Claim you street but you police
Keep it real nigga police