Fanta Lyrics

Yeah we score over here if you play with the team

Looking around like I don't know a thing

Tryna see what I'm on if you wanna come see it

I'm really bout action, better believe it

This might be a classic, huh

Had to get rid of the stash and go stuff in the Mattress

How the fuck you bout money, huh

You go and spend it, my nigga you don't even stack it

You hustlin' backwards

Send my lil shorty, she come and deliver my package

Want to be top ten Forbes

I don't really care about bein' a top ten rapper boy you a top ten capper

That ain't your life lil nigga, so stop actin' like cappin

She want me lover

I'll love you forever

If you go to the store and go get me a Fanta

R.I.P. white boy came with the bag

City fucked up so I ride with a mag

City fucked up so I'm watchin' my back

City fucked up so I wear me a mask

He done got hit that wasn't part of his plan

Thought I was sweet, I ain't goin' for nun

I should cry right now, bro back in the feds

Nigga die right now if you play with my mans

Nigga die right now

I put the work on the train and go hop on a plane

I'll fly right now

I got an addiction, I keep fuckin' bitches

Shit, I'm gettin' high right now

And she know I'm a dog when I'm off of that 42

It's in my cup right now

Ain't kiss no ass to get to the top

Shit, I'm high right now

Yeah, it'll go down in this bitch

My youngin' got some shit to get off his chest

Better watch out when he swingin' that stick

Yeah, this shit off of love, we ain't payin' for hits

Yeah, these niggas ain't worth what I'm spendin' on clothes

Aint look out for your niggas, that shit is so pitiful

If My Brodie don't have it, give him something to hold

Yeah, we score over here if you play with the team

Looking around like I don't know a thing

Tryin' to see what I'm on if you wanna come see it

I'm really bout action, better believe it

This might be a classic, uh

Had to get rid of the stash and go stuff in the mattress

How the fuck you bout money, uh

You go and spend it, my nigga, you don't even stack it

You hustlin' backwards, uh

Send my lil' shorty, she come and deliver

My package , want to be top ten Forbes, uh

I don't really care about bein' a top ten rapper

Boy You a top ten capper, uh

That ain't your life, lil' nigga, so stop all that cappin

She want me love her, I'll love you forever

If you go to the store, and go get me a Fanta