F a N T A
He ain't who he say he is Hannah Montana
Come and split dat nigga wig Hannah Montana
In the room wit the heat like Tony Montana
On dat nigga head like a uh bandana uh
He ain't who he say he is Hannah Montana
Come and split dat nigga wig Hannah Montana
In the room wit the heat like Tony Montana
On dat nigga head like a uh bandana uh
I hop to the money
Out here moving like bunnies
Play me like a dummy
And get shot in your tummy
You sweet like gummies
And that mouth you keep running
You niggas are bummy
So your threats are just funny
Your girl over here wet
I'm gettin the check
I'm at your neck
Place all your bets
Don't bet on me
Lose all your money
Look at your B
Look at your Honey
Get it B Honey
You be running
I'm so cunning
I'll start gunning
Cruisin round Impala
Make sure he don't holla
Or his momma
Or his father
Or his daughter
So why bother
Everybody there will get slaughtered
Blood will leak all in the sink you'd think it was water
Posted up in the back
Got my dogs chasing cats
Yea yea yea yea yea
Riding round wit it
Anybody wit can get it
Your crew condones bitches
This bitch hold fifty
Bitch longer than a midget
Bitch louder than an engine
Have you flyin like a pigeon
Mahome bullets reaching distance
He running Planet Fitness
Keep the racket like tennis
I'm Mr. Bigshot Pistons
Keep shooting until it's clicking
Yea yea Fuck ass niggas talk a lot
Fanta, Fanta, Fanta, Fanta, Fanta, Fanta
Fuck ass niggas talk a lot
Fanta, Fanta
Fuck ass niggas talk a lot
Fanta, Fanta
He not who he say he is
Hannah Montana
Making me change the channel
Grim reaping wit the mantle
Still chillin in my castle
Catching snakes by they rattles
Yea yea yea listen
I say I'm giving niggas these bars to ride on
It's hard to handle
I'm giving these niggas bars to ride on nigga it's hard to handle
Talk up out your body and get dismantled
She riding on me, like a camel
Light a nigga up, like a candle
Fuck ass niggas talk a lot
Fanta, Fanta
Fuck ass niggas talk a lot
Fanta, Fanta
He not who he say he is
Hannah Montana
Making me change the channel
Grim reaping wit the mantle
Still chillin in my castle
Catching these snakes by the rattles
Come and split dat nigga wig Hannah Montana
In the room wit the heat like Tony Montana
On dat nigga head like a uh bandana uh
He ain't who he say he is Hannah Montana
Come and split dat nigga wig Hannah Montana
In the room wit the heat like Tony Montana
On dat nigga head like a uh bandana uh
I hop to the money
Out here moving like bunnies
Play me like a dummy
And get shot in your tummy
You sweet like gummies
And that mouth you keep running
You niggas are bummy
So your threats are just funny
Your girl over here wet
I'm gettin the check
I'm at your neck
Place all your bets
Don't bet on me
Lose all your money
Look at your B
Look at your Honey
Get it B Honey
You be running
I'm so cunning
I'll start gunning
Cruisin round Impala
Make sure he don't holla
Or his momma
Or his father
Or his daughter
So why bother
Everybody there will get slaughtered
Blood will leak all in the sink you'd think it was water
Posted up in the back
Got my dogs chasing cats
Yea yea yea yea yea
Riding round wit it
Anybody wit can get it
Your crew condones bitches
This bitch hold fifty
Bitch longer than a midget
Bitch louder than an engine
Have you flyin like a pigeon
Mahome bullets reaching distance
He running Planet Fitness
Keep the racket like tennis
I'm Mr. Bigshot Pistons
Keep shooting until it's clicking
Yea yea Fuck ass niggas talk a lot
Fanta, Fanta, Fanta, Fanta, Fanta, Fanta
Fuck ass niggas talk a lot
Fanta, Fanta
Fuck ass niggas talk a lot
Fanta, Fanta
He not who he say he is
Hannah Montana
Making me change the channel
Grim reaping wit the mantle
Still chillin in my castle
Catching snakes by they rattles
Yea yea yea listen
I say I'm giving niggas these bars to ride on
It's hard to handle
I'm giving these niggas bars to ride on nigga it's hard to handle
Talk up out your body and get dismantled
She riding on me, like a camel
Light a nigga up, like a candle
Fuck ass niggas talk a lot
Fanta, Fanta
Fuck ass niggas talk a lot
Fanta, Fanta
He not who he say he is
Hannah Montana
Making me change the channel
Grim reaping wit the mantle
Still chillin in my castle
Catching these snakes by the rattles
Credits
Writer(s): Jerome Bailey Jr
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