Fan Club
All of my opps should go make a sorority
Fan Club is what Imma be gonna be calling it
It's not beef if I didn't acknowledge it
Crazy what you hoes would do for a audience
I'm up, I'm not bout the begging
In the party and I brought a weapon
Everything Gaza to get my attention
But I need a bag to pull up to the session
They want to see what I'm on
They want to see what I'm on
Ugh ugh
Her man be calling my phone
I don't even give a response nah uh
New bitch just spawned
New tat on my arm, yessuh
I'm trying to shake him off
You can't even turn him on
That's tough
Faking shit for attention
Dick riding for a mention
My life never had a 9 to 5
I got tricks sending me pensions
And your man sending me questions like
Why you treat me like I'm the bitch
Baby, please make an exception
All my Bengies, showing affection
I always wanted a Big Bank
You not a shooter you bust blanks
I don't give fucks, but I give thanks
Pulled up but the beefs prank
Still get popped like a gas tank
Still talk shit like they breath stank
I'm everywhere I'm on everything
She hiding from me call her Anne Frank yuck
I don't tell him he know I'm that bitch
I spend 10 on a fit
It ain't coming out quick
Call him Ali the way he be boxing my shit
And I go back to ghost cuz I gotta get rich
Like fuck that
We can't have strings attached
Fucking me good rather fuck up a bag
Feel like the man should be slapping his ass
These bitches are weak I take out the trash
All of my opps should go make a sorority
Fan Club is what Imma be gonna be calling it
It's not beef if I didn't acknowledge it
Crazy what you hoes would do for a audience
I'm up, I'm not bout the begging
In the party and I brought a weapon
Everything Gaza to get my attention
But I need a bag to pull up to the session
They want to see what I'm on
They want to see what I'm on
Ugh ugh
Her man be calling my phone
I don't even give a response nah uh
New bitch just spawned
New tat on my arm, yessuh
I'm trying to shake him off
You can't even turn him on
That's tough
They wanna see what I'm on
See what I'm on
They wanna see what I'm on
Fan Club is what Imma be gonna be calling it
It's not beef if I didn't acknowledge it
Crazy what you hoes would do for a audience
I'm up, I'm not bout the begging
In the party and I brought a weapon
Everything Gaza to get my attention
But I need a bag to pull up to the session
They want to see what I'm on
They want to see what I'm on
Ugh ugh
Her man be calling my phone
I don't even give a response nah uh
New bitch just spawned
New tat on my arm, yessuh
I'm trying to shake him off
You can't even turn him on
That's tough
Faking shit for attention
Dick riding for a mention
My life never had a 9 to 5
I got tricks sending me pensions
And your man sending me questions like
Why you treat me like I'm the bitch
Baby, please make an exception
All my Bengies, showing affection
I always wanted a Big Bank
You not a shooter you bust blanks
I don't give fucks, but I give thanks
Pulled up but the beefs prank
Still get popped like a gas tank
Still talk shit like they breath stank
I'm everywhere I'm on everything
She hiding from me call her Anne Frank yuck
I don't tell him he know I'm that bitch
I spend 10 on a fit
It ain't coming out quick
Call him Ali the way he be boxing my shit
And I go back to ghost cuz I gotta get rich
Like fuck that
We can't have strings attached
Fucking me good rather fuck up a bag
Feel like the man should be slapping his ass
These bitches are weak I take out the trash
All of my opps should go make a sorority
Fan Club is what Imma be gonna be calling it
It's not beef if I didn't acknowledge it
Crazy what you hoes would do for a audience
I'm up, I'm not bout the begging
In the party and I brought a weapon
Everything Gaza to get my attention
But I need a bag to pull up to the session
They want to see what I'm on
They want to see what I'm on
Ugh ugh
Her man be calling my phone
I don't even give a response nah uh
New bitch just spawned
New tat on my arm, yessuh
I'm trying to shake him off
You can't even turn him on
That's tough
They wanna see what I'm on
See what I'm on
They wanna see what I'm on
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathon Pitman
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