Opps to Fans

They be like HB, how you went and turned yours opps into some fans
And you know chief mo keep that pistol, so don't tweak or you get fanned
And I know bro nem in that cell, she shouldn't have held on to them xans
It seems like everyday's a struggle need to make up a new plan
They want to knock me off my grind, they want me locked up in that jam
And I put tattoos on my face, my fam don't ask me how I am
And it goes back when TP had her pocketbook filled up with ham
Ham and turkey
Yea we took it all, walk out and then we scram
Now they look at me like i'm crazy
Feeling like an outcast lately
She wants me to have her baby
Do I feel like quitting? Just maybe
I got Lil Hayti right behind me so I gotta make a way
And Lil Joe got left behind, I wish he was still here today
You disrespect, you will get sprayed, I'm thanking God I beat that case, but I still feel like I aint safe



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Writer(s): Hunter Harrell
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