Fanned Out Lyrics

Yeah, bae, pass me the, pass me the za

Pass me the za

Small titties don't need a bra

I was, uh, hold up

In the high rise and I'm getting high

She gon' put everything that I put on cause ahhhh

She trying to put all of that shit on

Cause shawty trying to get fly

She the apple of my eye

I know Eve had bit the fruit

But still the apple of my eye

Ride around three sticks in a coupe

In case a nigga tryna die

CBD up in my wood

I told this green bitch it was za

First time I seen a hundred racks

Ooh bitch it felt like I could fly

Got shawty right here passing za

She got a heart tat on her thigh

Couple bottles of some champagne

Gon' make her pop now

Cousin talking to them people

I think bro getting hot now

In the middle of the trenches

Looking for some wifi

I was trying to connect to the phone

Gon' get the hotspot

I could-

He made his first ten racks

This nigga think he Steve Jobs

Nigga used to shake his ass now he a gangster

That shit wild

And I know he the type to scare the hoes

That's not allowed

Okay just say the word

Come on, I get that feeling

That she's playing with me I play with her

Can't help but keep it G

I really don't care if it hurt

The freshest niggas

Was the niggas that was skating first

She play me on her way to work

Your shawty gotta bae at work

I got a studio in the crib

You got to pay to work

Come on

You trying to network

But you ain't see his paperwork

Ok, and what happened to her now?

She was woke in high school she turned to a bird now

Bitch, I'm really growing up nigga diamonds insured now

I could recognize a sheep

I ain't part of the herd now

I can spot a freak from long range I'm hurt now

She out having drinks on Sunday ain't in church now

Some nigga that told me quit asking me for a verse now

He trying to find a bitch named India

He think he Durk now

He got a O-

Ha ha ha ha ha

Fuck

He got a OTF chain from ShopGold

He fanned out, that's insane

He was like 17 that shit a be cool

Cause you a kid but he 33

Homie a bitch that got a gun

You hurt his feelings he want beef

I done found a good bin

Everything been coming free

They been asking where I be

In the crib, I'm doing me

That's how that shit supposed to be

.38 right here close to me

That bitch small but it's pshh

That bitch small but you still bleed

That bitch small but you still

Yeah

Ah shit

Come back to the office

Shawty don't be flossy

He gon' turn to target

All that fucking talking

Nigga get that munyun

And lay low, I'm all in