F.A.N.

Fuck a nigga I paid my waaay
Extra niggas can't ride my waaave
I blew that bag cuz I made that
Some niggas they hated that
That's big facts
You'll get bitch slap push yo shit Back with a big strap
That draco kickback
That's too much smoke son you
Ain't wit that
I'm really bout that business
I'm ready for waaar

I got that pressure for em and it's
Potent potent
I jugg in any hood you niggas Local jokers
All I know is stretch sumthin Clear dat business
Check a nigga bout a bitch a nigga Kill em
I done broke Alot bread but I ain't Friendly
If I told ya fuck ya Maw I really Meant it
Fuck all them fake friends who Really against me
Y'all cud eat a nigga dick up til it's Skinless
No need to mention that I'm so Offensive
Real disrespectful when it comes To Karma
Assault rifles with the bump stock
Catch me in the field I got on Under Armour
Been done spin da corner slid Down on him
Got a hundred Reasons not to miss em
Some niggas they be tripping get they body gift wrap before Xmas
Young niggas with pistols they on H mixing it with crystal
Everything got extensions get the Whole clip with out flinching
When the beef real I want Vengeance fuck a jail sentence And repentance
When the beef real I want Vengeance vengeance vengeance

Fuck a nigga I paid my waaay
Extra niggas can't ride my waaave
I blew that bag cuz I made that
Some niggas they hated that
That's big facts
You'll get bitch slap push yo shit Back with a big strap
That draco kickback
That's too much smoke son you
Ain't wit that
I'm really bout that business
I'm ready for waaar

Me I'm so up I can't find my level
I'm on some other shit I'm trying To tell em
It's hard being around a real nigga
When they bitch made niggas get Jealous
They be shoo shooing like them Hoes do
I'm blowing loud on em I Hear that bag calling
My bitch tripping cuz she heard rumors
I done flashed out on her I'm sorry darling
Me I ain't with that arguing bout Petty shit if it ain't life or death It's Irrelevant
When them shots fired and a man
Down that speaks volumes that's A message
When ya creep game catch a nigga leaving from his residence that's pressure
Niggas walking on a thin line if They thinkin I ain't gone finesse Em
Master told me don't play wit niggas treat em lyk a Christian And bless em
I'm shining lyk I been bezeled Trying to drop a jewel this a Treasure
I ain't your average far from Regular me I'm indigenous Something special
A real warrior right here in your
Presence on all my jhosts I went Extra
Check my resume I moved Alot
Of work I got a Gzy pass in every Nigga turf
A few niggas I was fucking with I Had to fall back they was trying to Surf
And I don't trust new niggas so I'm playing everybody just for what they worth
And I don't trust new niggas so I'm playing everybody just for what they worth

Fuck a nigga I paid my waaay
Extra niggas can't ride my waaave
I blew that bag cuz I made that
Some niggas they hated that
That's big facts
You'll get bitch slap push yo shit Back with a big strap
That draco kickback
That's too much smoke son you
Ain't with that
I'm really bout dat business
I'm ready for waaar



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Writer(s): Anthony Gant
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