Fans
We got racks, whole lotta racks
We get bags, yeah we got a whole lotta bags
My gun on me no I can't lack
I'm smokin' diesel no Shaq
That girl a freak but she a nat
Imma still beat it from the back
Gucci belt to cover up my ass
You ain't gotta ask I got that pack
Imma dog blame it on my dad
Man these streets done turned me to the man
Niggas hate I know they really fans
I keep hoes wit me like Peter Pan
I'm wit Dirty no not Dirty Dan
We just hit the booth we don't need a pen
I remember I was selling swag
To them stupid dumb boys in my class
If I'm servin its nothing but cap
You run off take ya name off the map
All these niggas that wanna be friends
But way back he wasn't givin' me dap
He do all of his talk on the gram, cuz he know that young JB can scrap
Told you I do this shit for my fam, that's why I always gotta attack
Better watch how you speak on my name, I send shooters to come where you at
Keep my Ruger you know that's a fact
No Mudusa them snakes in the grass
I know he fake he just wearing a mask
Feds get the drop he gone break like some glass
I got a lot of money in a stash
I'm takin' 100s, 20s and them 10s
Franklin, Benjamin
She wanna come in so she must bring her friend
They try to play me you won't see em again
We got racks, whole lotta racks
We get bags, yeah we got a whole lotta bags
My gun on me no I can't lack
I'm smokin' diesel no shaq
That girl a freak but she a nat
Imma still beat it from the back
Gucci belt to cover up my ass
You ain't gotta ask I got that pack
Imma dog blame it on my dad
Man these streets done turned me to the man
Niggas hate I know they really fans
Imma beast just blame it on my past
Ain't no race but I'm never in last
Finessin servin' came up off that grass
I hit da plug x out the middle man
Plugged in wit B he strapped wit a stick
He actin hard but I know he a lick
Finessin servin I'm straight out the bricks
That boy look hungry, corona he sick
Jump man and we mask up send a blitz
Wit my brother and we all ranked legit
2 sticks how the fuck we gone miss
That's yo patna but he prolly had snitched
I told my patna I won't ever marry
I'm in love wit these streets just like February
I had walk in the spot to a lot of racks, to a lot of straps, we got all of that
If he hit my line for a g call him back, but I'm never gone call em back
I had ran it up then I had switched it back
I had came in the game and I had a plan
I done switched it up and I went legendary
I won't ever go back cuz that shit was scary
I done switched it up and I went legendary
I won't ever go back cuz that shit was scary
We got racks, whole lotta racks
We get bags, yeah we got a whole lotta bags
My gun on me no I can't lack
I'm smokin' diesel no Shaq
That girl a freak but she a nat
Imma still beat it from the back
Gucci belt to cover up my ass
You ain't gotta ask I got that pack
Imma dog blame it on my dad
Man these streets done turned me to the man
Niggas hate I know they really fans
Me and JB got the world in our hands
If we don't getchu we get at ya mans
Walk in the spot my pocket full of bands
Double c's up you know we rep the clan
Damn, went down that road I did it once again
Streets say the church but turned me to a man
I'm wit lil Shoot he skrt off in a Benz
Dirty my brother know that nigga kin
We get the sack don't have to send a blitz
Mask up and not rona we not even sick
I'm servin' that pack I had to take a risk
I'm stuck wit da tribe know Lil G9 won't switch
Won't switch bout a bitch
Servin' that pack wit the right little flick of my wrist
They say that young nigga the shit
I will not beef over nats you can have that lil bitch
Remember days niggas said I wouldn't make it
Cross out a bitch if she left my heart vacant
I'm patiently waitin'
Up on the come up they say I'm the greatest
He hate in disguise but I know that he hatin'
Backwood to the face, I keep facin'
My brotha keep sticks like he Haitian
Colossal da tribe we the ones in the making
Cross out old friends ain't no doing replacements
We get bags, yeah we got a whole lotta bags
My gun on me no I can't lack
I'm smokin' diesel no Shaq
That girl a freak but she a nat
Imma still beat it from the back
Gucci belt to cover up my ass
You ain't gotta ask I got that pack
Imma dog blame it on my dad
Man these streets done turned me to the man
Niggas hate I know they really fans
I keep hoes wit me like Peter Pan
I'm wit Dirty no not Dirty Dan
We just hit the booth we don't need a pen
I remember I was selling swag
To them stupid dumb boys in my class
If I'm servin its nothing but cap
You run off take ya name off the map
All these niggas that wanna be friends
But way back he wasn't givin' me dap
He do all of his talk on the gram, cuz he know that young JB can scrap
Told you I do this shit for my fam, that's why I always gotta attack
Better watch how you speak on my name, I send shooters to come where you at
Keep my Ruger you know that's a fact
No Mudusa them snakes in the grass
I know he fake he just wearing a mask
Feds get the drop he gone break like some glass
I got a lot of money in a stash
I'm takin' 100s, 20s and them 10s
Franklin, Benjamin
She wanna come in so she must bring her friend
They try to play me you won't see em again
We got racks, whole lotta racks
We get bags, yeah we got a whole lotta bags
My gun on me no I can't lack
I'm smokin' diesel no shaq
That girl a freak but she a nat
Imma still beat it from the back
Gucci belt to cover up my ass
You ain't gotta ask I got that pack
Imma dog blame it on my dad
Man these streets done turned me to the man
Niggas hate I know they really fans
Imma beast just blame it on my past
Ain't no race but I'm never in last
Finessin servin' came up off that grass
I hit da plug x out the middle man
Plugged in wit B he strapped wit a stick
He actin hard but I know he a lick
Finessin servin I'm straight out the bricks
That boy look hungry, corona he sick
Jump man and we mask up send a blitz
Wit my brother and we all ranked legit
2 sticks how the fuck we gone miss
That's yo patna but he prolly had snitched
I told my patna I won't ever marry
I'm in love wit these streets just like February
I had walk in the spot to a lot of racks, to a lot of straps, we got all of that
If he hit my line for a g call him back, but I'm never gone call em back
I had ran it up then I had switched it back
I had came in the game and I had a plan
I done switched it up and I went legendary
I won't ever go back cuz that shit was scary
I done switched it up and I went legendary
I won't ever go back cuz that shit was scary
We got racks, whole lotta racks
We get bags, yeah we got a whole lotta bags
My gun on me no I can't lack
I'm smokin' diesel no Shaq
That girl a freak but she a nat
Imma still beat it from the back
Gucci belt to cover up my ass
You ain't gotta ask I got that pack
Imma dog blame it on my dad
Man these streets done turned me to the man
Niggas hate I know they really fans
Me and JB got the world in our hands
If we don't getchu we get at ya mans
Walk in the spot my pocket full of bands
Double c's up you know we rep the clan
Damn, went down that road I did it once again
Streets say the church but turned me to a man
I'm wit lil Shoot he skrt off in a Benz
Dirty my brother know that nigga kin
We get the sack don't have to send a blitz
Mask up and not rona we not even sick
I'm servin' that pack I had to take a risk
I'm stuck wit da tribe know Lil G9 won't switch
Won't switch bout a bitch
Servin' that pack wit the right little flick of my wrist
They say that young nigga the shit
I will not beef over nats you can have that lil bitch
Remember days niggas said I wouldn't make it
Cross out a bitch if she left my heart vacant
I'm patiently waitin'
Up on the come up they say I'm the greatest
He hate in disguise but I know that he hatin'
Backwood to the face, I keep facin'
My brotha keep sticks like he Haitian
Colossal da tribe we the ones in the making
Cross out old friends ain't no doing replacements
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Writer(s): Justin Barnett
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