fanz

Have you
Ever been in luv??

Do you think you'll go to hell?

Green beam on da glock
Make 'em buss a move, nigga just dance!
Most of dese niggas slime, no
So i can't call dat boi my mans
Hair tie on dat mitt, nigga
Cuz i hate usin' rubberbands
Got mo' luv for ya when you leave 'em
Das da shi i can't really understand
Seen me down bad, nun in my pocket
And you ain't lend a helping hand
I can tell dat ya cap 'bout whatcha rap
Ya ain't even sold a gram
Do sumn dey ain't do, show 'em dat it work
Watch 'em turn to fanz
Dis hoe think she run sumn
Talm 'bout, "imma leave," ion give a damn

I don't care if you leave, go
Sick and tired of dese hoes
Twin brought da fully chop
Shoot dat big bitch like some B-Roll
In dat lane, he done hurt his leg stompin' on a brick, nigga, D-Rose
I'm an A-Z, blowin' good za, here dis shit fully legal
Quick to put dat hoe in her place, ain't gon' say it twice, nigga, she know
With the fam, tryna get rich off dis rap shit, like the Migos
Can't see a vision big as dis, nigga, when ya peekin' thru a peephole
Nine times out of ten, I'm by myself, nigga, I don't fuck with other people
I went from down bad, slappin' dem zips
To runnin' the stu, how 'bout you?
I ain't get to tell my lil' bro 'fore i left:
"Swear to God, boi, I'm dyin' 'bout you"
As a jit, looked myself in the mirror
Like "why in da fuck dey be lyin' 'bout you?"
Ain't shed a tear when I lost da bitch I luv da most
Tell me, why'd I be cryin' 'bout you?
Ain't never cried 'bout no hoe
Said dey gone ride, but dey won't
I spent some time on that road
Came in da same way, good with dyin' alone
Good without ya, i'm fine on my own
Good without ya, i'm fine on my own
And dis lil' hoe bussin' fa shit-sho
But dat ain't da same timing I'm on
Yeah, dat bih bussin', see dat I'm da man now
Put your hands up, or issa man down
Why yo' cheap ass lookin' for a handout
Stand on ten, I won't ever stand down
308s on some 'flip or flop' shi
Christina Hall, renovate yo damn house
Ain't wanna pass, let me take a shot
Till dey seen me ball, nigga, that's so damn foul

Green beam on da glock
Make 'em buss a move, nigga just dance!
Most of dese niggas slime, no
So i can't call dat boi my mans
Hair tie on dat mitt, nigga
Cuz i hate usin' rubberbands
Got mo' luv for ya when you leave 'em
Das da shi i can't really understand
Seen me down bad, nun in my pocket
And you ain't lend a helping hand
I can tell dat ya cap 'bout whatcha rap
Ya ain't even sold a gram
Do sumn dey ain't do, show 'em dat it work
Watch 'em turn to fanz
Dis hoe think she run sumn
Talm 'bout, "imma leave," ion give a damn