Fangirl (feat. Gab3)
Callin', shawty callin', why you call girl?
She can't understand me, she a fan girl (Nah)
Big bands, gettin' big bands
But it come with a whole lotta bullshit (What?)
Tracy keep a full clip (Krah)
Pull up on your bitch and I flex like I'm made to (Like I'm made to)
Pull up on your block with the squad like I hate you (Like I hate you)
Work nonstop 'cause the clock don't stop (Nah)
GothBoi, I don't need a Glock, my hitta' will mop you (Pfff)
Now I'm feeling like a boss when I walk through
Yeah, I'm hangin' out with Goth, and the thot too
Now you're someone I do not wanna talk to (I don't wanna talk to)
No, I could never love a bop, that is not true
I got diamonds on my ring, and my Glock too
Yeah, my diamonds go insane on my watch too
She was doing cocaine in the bathroom
Now she doing more K in the back room
He ain't ridin' with the gang, though
Yeah, I'm ridin' with the bankroll
Rollin' with the TEC like I'm Draco
I'm with the Jack pourin' lean in my Faygo (Faygo)
Callin', shawty callin', why you call girl?
She can't understand me, she a fan girl (Nah)
Big bands, gettin' big bands
But it come with a whole lotta bullshit (What?)
Tracy keep a full clip (Krah)
Pull up on your bitch and I flex like I'm made to (Like I'm made to)
Pull up on your block with the squad like I hate you (Like I hate you)
Work nonstop 'cause the clock don't stop (Nah)
GothBoi, I don't need a Glock, my hitta' will mop you (Pfff)
She can't understand me, she a fan girl (Nah)
Big bands, gettin' big bands
But it come with a whole lotta bullshit (What?)
Tracy keep a full clip (Krah)
Pull up on your bitch and I flex like I'm made to (Like I'm made to)
Pull up on your block with the squad like I hate you (Like I hate you)
Work nonstop 'cause the clock don't stop (Nah)
GothBoi, I don't need a Glock, my hitta' will mop you (Pfff)
Now I'm feeling like a boss when I walk through
Yeah, I'm hangin' out with Goth, and the thot too
Now you're someone I do not wanna talk to (I don't wanna talk to)
No, I could never love a bop, that is not true
I got diamonds on my ring, and my Glock too
Yeah, my diamonds go insane on my watch too
She was doing cocaine in the bathroom
Now she doing more K in the back room
He ain't ridin' with the gang, though
Yeah, I'm ridin' with the bankroll
Rollin' with the TEC like I'm Draco
I'm with the Jack pourin' lean in my Faygo (Faygo)
Callin', shawty callin', why you call girl?
She can't understand me, she a fan girl (Nah)
Big bands, gettin' big bands
But it come with a whole lotta bullshit (What?)
Tracy keep a full clip (Krah)
Pull up on your bitch and I flex like I'm made to (Like I'm made to)
Pull up on your block with the squad like I hate you (Like I hate you)
Work nonstop 'cause the clock don't stop (Nah)
GothBoi, I don't need a Glock, my hitta' will mop you (Pfff)
Credits
Writer(s): Gustav Ahr, Benjamin Friars Funkhouser, Adam Saini, Gabriel Rousseau
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