fANTa Lyrics

Babygirl you my fanta

My orange lil soda

Yeah lil bitch you my crush

I put that purp in my drank

Poured up a four of that syrup

That wock in my slush

Make a hit

Every beat that I touch

And I wonder

Will it be enough

I don't miss

I don't aim from the clutch

Bag a bitch

She the baddest

She want my baguette

So I fed her dick with her lunch

I'm movin' different

I feel elite

Like I'm Dav

In my lane

How I work on my touch

Talking that shit

We could just run up your spot

My niggas like grabba

They punch

I had a baddie

She like Betty Boop

So I picked her up

I just wanna hunch

But it's not enough

Cuz all that I do

Is make heat

I'm here waiting

For props

Y'all don't show me love

I keep a glock in my lap

Reach under the seat

Know that I got me some heat

I'm in Detroit with my pistons

And I popped a pistol

I think that my first name is Pete

What would you do when you all alone

Like I wish that I had a clone

Like I got no one in my circle

If baby a bitch then I might just throw her a bone

I had a bitch from the six

She listen to Party

And now she moved into next door

Bring her in then she take off her clothes

Spend the night but then you gotta go

Oh no

Oh no oh no

My nigga I tweaked

I caught myself catching feelings when I had a bitch in my sheets

Keepin' it player

I'm keepin' it P

Off of the molly

She wettin' the sheets

She call me daddy

She makin' a scene

Her note is a C

She want me to teach

Babygirl you my fanta

My orange lil soda

Yeah lil bitch you my crush

I put that purp in my drank

Poured up a four of that syrup

That wock in my slush

Make a hit

Every beat that I touch

And I wonder

Will it be enough

I don't miss

I don't aim from the clutch

Bag a bitch

She the baddest

She want my baguette

So I fed her dick with her lunch