Fanned Out Lyrics

I hit your dome and then we double back and hit your shit again

And I ain't playing with no groupie ho, might pull up on your friend

That nigga playing like I won't pull up on that nigga and drop ten

I'm in a four door, we pull up, put that chopper in the wind

And you ain't get no get back from your brother, nigga, spin

That nigga doing all that talking, ain't nobody drop the pen

I be creeping late night, tryna bring a nigga in

No Mortal Kombat, might break a nigga back with his b-lick

And I ain't doing no talking, I'm tryna see your brain hit

Nigga all up on the net, but ain't never drop shit

I got a few words for niggas who be talking, but ain't b-lick

Nigga, stay up on that app and you be typing, suck a dick

When I let that ho go, bitch, you gone feel it rip

I ain't no blood, but I be getting blue, nigga, call me Crip

And when I'm lurking on your block, bitch, I'm on that night shift

I'm tryna get that nigga gone, don't need nobody for assist

Let the b-lick go and leave that nigga out there for the fish

He wanna play tough and all that nigga dead, so try again

Oh, I forgot, bitch, you can't, cause I rolled you in that blunt

That nigga dead for talking shit, he tried to pull one of them stunts

Sike, let me fucking chill, even though I ain't done

Nigga went and bought a b-lick and never shot that damn gun

Like, what you tryna do, nigga? leave a nigga stunned

You better up that damn b-lick, before your ass, get done, nigga

I ain't even tryna rap with you, niggas, like, God

This shit really come easy, like nigga on bro

All that fucking talking you doing, on God

Keep my fucking name out your mouth, bitch

That nigga tried to make it seem like I ain't upping poles

Ain't you the same nigga, had that b-lick out ? and you froze

Okay, nigga, that's what I thought, bitch, go and up that score

All that fucking typing on the net, that shit be for the hoes

Well, damn, nigga, you might be one, cause you ain't down to blow

I'm tired of playing with pussy niggas who be tryna steal my flow

Go double back and pick your mans up, his glob on the floor

That nigga speaking on my name, but you the one ain't trying to go

Nigga, and I can do this shit hat for hat

Might do it band for band, nigga, pull up, get your mama wacked

And tell your damn sister I'm tryna fuck, call me back

Niggas wanna talk shit, but never even touched a gat

Nigga, all that fucking rapping you doing, nigga

Go sit your dumb ass down, nigga

We on every hit, nigga

I'm on every car nigga

On every block nigga gang