Fanned Out

Who the fuck that nigga dissin' we gone get his mans
Why the fuck that nigga talkin' and he tryna fuck a fan
I'm tryna blow up, get that cash and fuck on hoes yea that's the plan
And these niggas going out sad for a bitch built like a man

Yea that bitch built like a man
I got these racks all in my hand
I got these bands imma fuck her friend
He got no friends he gone spin again
Hold on jump off the porch
Shawty want some more
I cannot fuck with these lil whores
I got me a bag I might need some more
I made some bands I might need some more
That lil bitch a fan that lil bitch a whore
I'm posted on the top floor kicking shit down with a bad hoe
She tryna fuck but I ain't got no time tho

Top floor boss got these niggas biting swag
Throwing that rock, sora he gone catch it
Bringing that bag in, it get reckless
I spent like a band on my fucking necklace
Fuck
Hit a nigga with that draco
762 it's gone take off his face
Why he hating cuz the nigga ain't chase
Why nigga hating on his own race
And I'm getting cash it comes fast pace



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Writer(s): Devon F
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