Faucet, Pt. 2 Lyrics

I might have to spin this bitch again

I might have to spin this bitch again

Cause I got better plans

Popping Xans, but cannot drop a band

You sleeping in the sand

I got that FN on my hip, It's fuck a ceiling fan

Kicking shit with chicken

Made her switch up on her other man

I'm not the middle man

This chicken is not little man

And she know my spot the booty club

But don't know how to dance

I'm sipping red, I'm in the trap with female Gucci man

I said fuck it, drop it

Spend it, can't do window shopping

If I wanna take your bitch

I promise she'll do more than top it

I take precaution when I'm picking bins

cause niggas watching

12 done got me dreaming about the pack

Cause I done fucking tossed it, yeah

Kick shit with twin

Then I go to Boston

I ain't never lost it

Every trip I'm coming back with profit

Keep it in my new Givenchy jeans

Sticking out my pockets, celine on my wallet

I punch Target, I be shopping hardly

I might have to spin this bitch again

I might have to spin this bitch again

Cause I got better plans

Popping Xans, but cannot drop a band

You sleeping in the sand

and I got that FN on my hip

It's fucking ceiling fan

Kicking shit with chicken

Made her switch up on her other man

I'm not the middle man

This chicken is not little man

And she know my spot the booty club

But don't know how to dance

I'm sipping red, I'm in the trap with female Gucci man