Black Fans 2 (Stick and Stones)
Ight Ight (gun noises)
Niggas right there?
Yea them niggas right there let's get it
Let's rock (gun fires)
Ight they on to us, they on to us
Ight les go les go les we out we out we out
Ight we gon we out now, on God nigga
I'm not a rapper, I'm just broken
Called me baby, now I'm hurtin
All this pain I be feeling
At my lowest now you grinning
Once my lover now a demon
All this henny I be sippin
Id die to see you smile
I could do this for a while
Up down take a sip, left right take a hit
Down the bottle gettin lit
Numb the pain for a bit
Ya tryna ride but I'm sleep
Thought we were meant to be
But choose him over me
Now im feeling underneath
(Now I'm feeling underneath)
This ain't no sticks and stones
Fill up my stick with stones
Tired of chasing hoes
Leave um wit bullet holes
Y'all don't want smoke
Not dat poison oak
Nigga We don't joke
Black fans fasho
Boy Better watch yo tone
Yeen see shit no camera phones
You see bronem with me diss them boys you won't go home
We won't leave no witness
Tell yo homeboys mind they business
Oh don't do no snitching
Unless you wanna end up missing
Dumb shit make me nauseous
Bitch keep back I'm cautious
Black fans keep that power on me swear them fuckus heartless
I know niggas starting war with us but this ain't what they wanted
They say Sensei calm black yo ass down but I'm just getting started
Keep them Titian's round me Jeager
I just do it cause I'm able
Niggas cappin telling fables
Hit the switch I'm turning tables
Get from round I'm too dangerous
Tell the system make me famous
Let my horses out them stables
Bronem wild they can't contain us
This ain't no sticks and stones
Fill up my stick with stones
Tired of chasing hoes
Leave um wit bullet holes
Y'all don't want smoke
Not dat poison oak
Nigga We don't joke
Black fans fasho
Boy Better watch yo tone
Yeen see shit no camera phones
You see bronem with me diss them boys you won't go home
We won't leave no witness
Tell yo homeboys mind they business
Oh don't do no snitching
Unless you wanna end up missing
still got love for me
Don't know why she leave
Glock tucked on her hip
Ammo all she need
She load up the clip
Then aim it ain't your knee
She won't feel no ways
Just sit there and watch you bleed
Niggas right there?
Yea them niggas right there let's get it
Let's rock (gun fires)
Ight they on to us, they on to us
Ight les go les go les we out we out we out
Ight we gon we out now, on God nigga
I'm not a rapper, I'm just broken
Called me baby, now I'm hurtin
All this pain I be feeling
At my lowest now you grinning
Once my lover now a demon
All this henny I be sippin
Id die to see you smile
I could do this for a while
Up down take a sip, left right take a hit
Down the bottle gettin lit
Numb the pain for a bit
Ya tryna ride but I'm sleep
Thought we were meant to be
But choose him over me
Now im feeling underneath
(Now I'm feeling underneath)
This ain't no sticks and stones
Fill up my stick with stones
Tired of chasing hoes
Leave um wit bullet holes
Y'all don't want smoke
Not dat poison oak
Nigga We don't joke
Black fans fasho
Boy Better watch yo tone
Yeen see shit no camera phones
You see bronem with me diss them boys you won't go home
We won't leave no witness
Tell yo homeboys mind they business
Oh don't do no snitching
Unless you wanna end up missing
Dumb shit make me nauseous
Bitch keep back I'm cautious
Black fans keep that power on me swear them fuckus heartless
I know niggas starting war with us but this ain't what they wanted
They say Sensei calm black yo ass down but I'm just getting started
Keep them Titian's round me Jeager
I just do it cause I'm able
Niggas cappin telling fables
Hit the switch I'm turning tables
Get from round I'm too dangerous
Tell the system make me famous
Let my horses out them stables
Bronem wild they can't contain us
This ain't no sticks and stones
Fill up my stick with stones
Tired of chasing hoes
Leave um wit bullet holes
Y'all don't want smoke
Not dat poison oak
Nigga We don't joke
Black fans fasho
Boy Better watch yo tone
Yeen see shit no camera phones
You see bronem with me diss them boys you won't go home
We won't leave no witness
Tell yo homeboys mind they business
Oh don't do no snitching
Unless you wanna end up missing
still got love for me
Don't know why she leave
Glock tucked on her hip
Ammo all she need
She load up the clip
Then aim it ain't your knee
She won't feel no ways
Just sit there and watch you bleed
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Writer(s): Amari Miller, Joshua Pollard
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