Lancer
Act in my cup
I'm gon' pour up the fanta
Sippin' on drank
While I chill with the scammers
I got a hitta that came from Atlanta
Bullets they tragic they killin' like cancer
I hit the strip to get me a dancer
Bills on her booty
I cannot romance her
If I up the stick
He gon' turn to a prancer
Stick on my hip I feel like a lancer
Family calling my phone I ignore it
Cause I got some hatred that I gotta deal with
If I see my uncle
On God imma kill him
Fucked in the head
Yeah I know I admit it
Either way I been grinding
Trying to get a million
Choppa go rahhh
It sound like a minion
Talking hot but you mildish
Boy you a civillian
I don't do the beefing
My niggas gon' spill em'
These niggas talking
Like fuck they opinion
Talking down on the gang is forbidden
Ain't in the gym
But I'm working like fitness
Pull up on him
I shoot him with the quickness
Don't do drugs but lately been tempted
Moving in silence they think that I'm timid
Bitch I'm a star
Wish on me like Timmy
I swear to God
This lifestyle never ending
Act in my cup
I'm gon' pour up the fanta
Sippin' on drank
While I chill with the scammers
I got a hitta that came from Atlanta
Bullets they tragic they killin' like cancer
I hit the strip to get me a dancer
Bills on her booty
I cannot romance her
If I up the stick
He gon' turn to a prancer
Stick on my hip I feel like a lancer
If I go broke
I'm hitting a lick
Niggas Nintendo
I know they gon' switch
Pull up in that shh
Choppa flippin' whips
Pull up in that skrr
Might just take your bitch
She said that she wanna fuck with the kid
She heard of Tw!n
Like who is he, him
Niggas be weird I ain't fucking with them
Bitches be weird I ain't loving on them
But I'm fucking on them
Tw!n gon' pull out her tracks
She moaning loud I put it on a track
If I hit it once
I know she coming back
Eat up a nigga she say I'm a snack
She call me daddy
But I ain't her dad
I call her shorty
I don't know her name
These hoes get to flocking
When you get some fame
So fanned out I swear it's a shame
Act in my cup
I'm gon' pour up the fanta
Sippin' on drank
While I chill with the scammers
I got a hitta that came from Atlanta
Bullets they tragic they killin' like cancer
I hit the strip to get me a dancer
Bills on her booty
I cannot romance her
If I up the stick
He gon' turn to a prancer
Stick on my hip I feel like a lancer
Lancer, lancer
Lancer, lancer
Lancer, lancer
Lancer, lancer
Lancer, lancer
Lancer, lancer
Lancer, lancer
Lancer, lancer
I'm gon' pour up the fanta
Sippin' on drank
While I chill with the scammers
I got a hitta that came from Atlanta
Bullets they tragic they killin' like cancer
I hit the strip to get me a dancer
Bills on her booty
I cannot romance her
If I up the stick
He gon' turn to a prancer
Stick on my hip I feel like a lancer
Family calling my phone I ignore it
Cause I got some hatred that I gotta deal with
If I see my uncle
On God imma kill him
Fucked in the head
Yeah I know I admit it
Either way I been grinding
Trying to get a million
Choppa go rahhh
It sound like a minion
Talking hot but you mildish
Boy you a civillian
I don't do the beefing
My niggas gon' spill em'
These niggas talking
Like fuck they opinion
Talking down on the gang is forbidden
Ain't in the gym
But I'm working like fitness
Pull up on him
I shoot him with the quickness
Don't do drugs but lately been tempted
Moving in silence they think that I'm timid
Bitch I'm a star
Wish on me like Timmy
I swear to God
This lifestyle never ending
Act in my cup
I'm gon' pour up the fanta
Sippin' on drank
While I chill with the scammers
I got a hitta that came from Atlanta
Bullets they tragic they killin' like cancer
I hit the strip to get me a dancer
Bills on her booty
I cannot romance her
If I up the stick
He gon' turn to a prancer
Stick on my hip I feel like a lancer
If I go broke
I'm hitting a lick
Niggas Nintendo
I know they gon' switch
Pull up in that shh
Choppa flippin' whips
Pull up in that skrr
Might just take your bitch
She said that she wanna fuck with the kid
She heard of Tw!n
Like who is he, him
Niggas be weird I ain't fucking with them
Bitches be weird I ain't loving on them
But I'm fucking on them
Tw!n gon' pull out her tracks
She moaning loud I put it on a track
If I hit it once
I know she coming back
Eat up a nigga she say I'm a snack
She call me daddy
But I ain't her dad
I call her shorty
I don't know her name
These hoes get to flocking
When you get some fame
So fanned out I swear it's a shame
Act in my cup
I'm gon' pour up the fanta
Sippin' on drank
While I chill with the scammers
I got a hitta that came from Atlanta
Bullets they tragic they killin' like cancer
I hit the strip to get me a dancer
Bills on her booty
I cannot romance her
If I up the stick
He gon' turn to a prancer
Stick on my hip I feel like a lancer
Lancer, lancer
Lancer, lancer
Lancer, lancer
Lancer, lancer
Lancer, lancer
Lancer, lancer
Lancer, lancer
Lancer, lancer
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Writer(s): Tyrelle Komepule
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