She a Fan ft. Kane Tut & Bino el Dios Lyrics

Uh

Yea

I ain't even write this shit bro this shit off the top of the head

Facts

10

Gang

Look

I be running up them bands

Racks all in my pants

Ooh oohooh

Your baby mother she a fan

Yea she know who I am

Ooh oohooh

I be running up them bands

Racks all in my pants

Ooooh oohooh

Your baby mother she a fan

Yea she know who I am

Ooooh oohooh

When its beef you know ima ride

It's about to be a homicide (homicide)

I ain't running bitch I'm outside (I'm outside nigga)

10 rings they by my side

Look

Homicide homicide

Make his fucking momma cry

Niggas knowing ima ride

Camelbeach ima slide woah woah

Nanna clips in the K

Shooting shit broad day

I ain't come here to play

Niggas is food so his life at steak

A millionaire is my fate

So much food on my plate

I can't tell if I ate

Ain't no love it's all hate

Niggas be jealous 'cause my pockets overweight

It ain't my fault that I'm getting to the cake

And you fuck niggas wait

And me and dogs will really go and catch a case

If you fuck niggas play woah

I be running up them bands

Racks all in my pants

Ooh oohooh

Your baby mother she a fan

Yea she know who I am

Ooooh oohooh

I be running up them bands

Racks all in my pants

Ooh oohooh

Your baby mother she a fan

Yea she know who I am

Ooh oohooh

When its beef you know ima ride

It's about to be a homicide

I ain't running bitch I'm outside

10 rings they by my side

I'm the chosen one fuck what you say

Your bitch pussy sweeter than a soufflé

I'm actually linking up with her today

And she gon' throw it back like a bouquet

A lot of Harvey Dents niggas two faced

So call them root canals 'cause they too fake

All they do is cap like a toupée

The Glock stay with me like a roommate

Call me Dios baby I'm the one and only

Heard that nigga tweaking boy don't even worry

It's just me and you Tony Toni Toné

5 from the rocket like Cuttino Mobley

Knock his wig off now he look like Stony

Got a Micheal Conley and it's mixed with Curry

That's a mac 11 with a fucking 30

Give you 12 more since you feeling worthy

I be running up them bands

Racks all in my pants

Ooh oohooh

Your baby mother she a fan

Yea she know who I am

Ooh oohooh

I be running up them bands

Racks all in my pants

Ooh oohooh

Your baby mother she a fan

Yea she know who I am

Ooh oohooh

When it's beef you know ima ride

It's about to be a homicide

I ain't running bitch I'm outside

10 rings they by my side