Fan Me Off Lyrics

I'm a New Orleans Louisiana Scammer nigga damn it

Ooh ooh ah ah monkey see he roll These runts in a banana

Move incursive on your wrist a Birkin man ain't got no grammar Ooh you grown when you pick up The phone I smack you when you answer

New Patek up on my wrist

Do a TikTok with your bitch

Man this shit is getting shady hit the Nardo lit the wick

Think you Deebo watch this brick Fo'-fo's tipping in this bitch

Gang gang finna catch you at the Door they pull up so so quick

And see I think I went slow see you Out your homie window

That's your boy is giving pickle Pistol dicking now you wiggle

Taste that rainbow like a skittle life a Movie you can't act though

Russian roulette hold

The trigger po-po hate me I'm that Nigga

Next stop rookie to the trash stop Bookie You're crying begging on Your hands and knees for a cookie

Bang bang let 200 rounds slang

At your hoodie

Everybody asking what's that smell It's giving pussy

Oh you got a wood

Son (roll one for me)

You come out of the hood son (stunt Some for me)

You think you fucking with me Nigga ( I'm the one come for me) Nigga I'm hotter than 200 degrees

Fan me off nigga I'm hot hot hot Hot (the block is hot the block is hot Hot hot)

Fan me off nigga I'm hot

Hot hot hot (the block is hot the Block is hot hot hot)

Fan me off nigga I'm hot hot hot

Hot hot hot hot hot hot hot

(The block is hot the block is hot hot Hot)

This bitch a rabbit boy she eat me Like a carrot boy that head so slimy And slow I call her Lil Garry

Boy

The fuck you laughing at I fuck your Bitch laugh at that I can go hard on You I been cutting you hella slack

I be so icy I see ice falling all out of

My drink cup How you talking Dressing shit with no fits it don't add Up

Scooty got that bear mace don't get Too close you get backed up Chazz Would air out the whole club to start The fun up

Please don't call me brother ain't no Kin to you all of my friends I

Call them brother cause we stick like Glue

I step out fly dress high in the top Labels I told mama we thuggin' omOutside we don't need cable

And I'm the littest in the city any Bitch I'm with is pretty have a Mayweather committee for you bitch Niggas and sissies

I be laughing at your ass when I be Smashing on your bitch I make a Gang she call me dad don't say no Names I'm not no snitch

Oh you got a wood

Son (roll one for me)

You come out of the hood son (stunt Some for me)

You think you fucking with me Nigga ( I'm the one come for me) Nigga I'm hotter than 200 degrees

Fan me off nigga I'm hot hot hot Hot (the block is hot the block is hot Hot hot)

Fan me off nigga I'm hot

Hot hot hot (the block is hot the Block is hot hot hot)

Fan me off nigga I'm hot hot hot

Hot hot hot hot hot hot hot (the Block is hot the block is hot hot hot)

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