She a Fan (feat. Arab Choppa & Kane Tut)
Uh
Yea
I ain't even write this shit bro this shit off the top of the head
Facts
10
Gang
Look
I be running up them bands
Racks all in my pants
Ooh oohooh
Your baby mother she a fan
Yea she know who I am
Ooh oohooh
I be running up them bands
Racks all in my pants
Ooooh oohooh
Your baby mother she a fan
Yea she know who I am
Ooooh oohooh
When its beef you know ima ride
It's about to be a homicide (homicide)
I ain't running bitch I'm outside (I'm outside nigga)
10 rings they by my side
Look
Homicide homicide
Make his fucking momma cry
Niggas knowing ima ride
Camelbeach ima slide woah woah
Nanna clips in the K
Shooting shit broad day
I ain't come here to play
Niggas is food so his life at steak
A millionaire is my fate
So much food on my plate
I can't tell if I ate
Ain't no love it's all hate
Niggas be jealous 'cause my pockets overweight
It ain't my fault that I'm getting to the cake
And you fuck niggas wait
And me and dogs will really go and catch a case
If you fuck niggas play woah
I be running up them bands
Racks all in my pants
Ooh oohooh
Your baby mother she a fan
Yea she know who I am
Ooooh oohooh
I be running up them bands
Racks all in my pants
Ooh oohooh
Your baby mother she a fan
Yea she know who I am
Ooh oohooh
When its beef you know ima ride
It's about to be a homicide
I ain't running bitch I'm outside
10 rings they by my side
I'm the chosen one fuck what you say
Your bitch pussy sweeter than a soufflé
I'm actually linking up with her today
And she gon' throw it back like a bouquet
A lot of Harvey Dents niggas two faced
So call them root canals 'cause they too fake
All they do is cap like a toupée
The Glock stay with me like a roommate
Call me Dios baby I'm the one and only
Heard that nigga tweaking boy don't even worry
It's just me and you Tony Toni Toné
5 from the rocket like Cuttino Mobley
Knock his wig off now he look like Stony
Got a Micheal Conley and it's mixed with Curry
That's a mac 11 with a fucking 30
Give you 12 more since you feeling worthy
I be running up them bands
Racks all in my pants
Ooh oohooh
Your baby mother she a fan
Yea she know who I am
Ooh oohooh
I be running up them bands
Racks all in my pants
Ooh oohooh
Your baby mother she a fan
Yea she know who I am
Ooh oohooh
When it's beef you know ima ride
It's about to be a homicide
I ain't running bitch I'm outside
10 rings they by my side
Yea
I ain't even write this shit bro this shit off the top of the head
Facts
10
Gang
Look
I be running up them bands
Racks all in my pants
Ooh oohooh
Your baby mother she a fan
Yea she know who I am
Ooh oohooh
I be running up them bands
Racks all in my pants
Ooooh oohooh
Your baby mother she a fan
Yea she know who I am
Ooooh oohooh
When its beef you know ima ride
It's about to be a homicide (homicide)
I ain't running bitch I'm outside (I'm outside nigga)
10 rings they by my side
Look
Homicide homicide
Make his fucking momma cry
Niggas knowing ima ride
Camelbeach ima slide woah woah
Nanna clips in the K
Shooting shit broad day
I ain't come here to play
Niggas is food so his life at steak
A millionaire is my fate
So much food on my plate
I can't tell if I ate
Ain't no love it's all hate
Niggas be jealous 'cause my pockets overweight
It ain't my fault that I'm getting to the cake
And you fuck niggas wait
And me and dogs will really go and catch a case
If you fuck niggas play woah
I be running up them bands
Racks all in my pants
Ooh oohooh
Your baby mother she a fan
Yea she know who I am
Ooooh oohooh
I be running up them bands
Racks all in my pants
Ooh oohooh
Your baby mother she a fan
Yea she know who I am
Ooh oohooh
When its beef you know ima ride
It's about to be a homicide
I ain't running bitch I'm outside
10 rings they by my side
I'm the chosen one fuck what you say
Your bitch pussy sweeter than a soufflé
I'm actually linking up with her today
And she gon' throw it back like a bouquet
A lot of Harvey Dents niggas two faced
So call them root canals 'cause they too fake
All they do is cap like a toupée
The Glock stay with me like a roommate
Call me Dios baby I'm the one and only
Heard that nigga tweaking boy don't even worry
It's just me and you Tony Toni Toné
5 from the rocket like Cuttino Mobley
Knock his wig off now he look like Stony
Got a Micheal Conley and it's mixed with Curry
That's a mac 11 with a fucking 30
Give you 12 more since you feeling worthy
I be running up them bands
Racks all in my pants
Ooh oohooh
Your baby mother she a fan
Yea she know who I am
Ooh oohooh
I be running up them bands
Racks all in my pants
Ooh oohooh
Your baby mother she a fan
Yea she know who I am
Ooh oohooh
When it's beef you know ima ride
It's about to be a homicide
I ain't running bitch I'm outside
10 rings they by my side
Credits
Writer(s): Bino Dios
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