Fans Lyrics

Look man, you will never see me trippin' over a bitch unless she literally on the floor, okay

For real man, there's only two things I ain't never seen and that's a turtle with speed and a bitch I need

I'ma leave that hate shit up to them, cause they some fans

I could give a fuck, they say I suck, my distro say some bands

I ain't no Kevin Hart, I'm really gon' let it spark, think like a man

She on go, she love me, love me not, I'll make the hoe eat out my hand

For a post, they'll come wet up your spot, fuck that

They'll come cut off your hands, I'm really, one of those you think I'm not

One of those I think I am, fuck that, one of those I know fasho'

If you try it, don't diss me bout no hoe

Pop out twin at your door

My side, got a game in a figure four

Hear them shots rang, hit the floor

Hit the ground

Prayin' none of my dawgs be victim to this life shit

They got all kinda gadgets, somethin' like the Spy Kids

Told em I'ma blow for sure, be fronting like a physcic

I already know that shit though

Pray this lick, go good I know my dawg gon' pull a kick door

I'm six-two for real, stand on this money, I'm like ten-four

They'll catch a battery, bout' a double-A battery, hang out the window

Hope mama proud of me, know she still mad at me, I hope we win though

Lord know I sin, push the pedal to the metal

Life been fast, we gon' get this shit together

Demons on my ass, tryna kill me, I might let em

Before these pussy niggas, kill me, do that shit myself

Waitin' for another nigga hand out, do it yourself

Say you street but when your man died, you ain't get out there and step

I was too young to step for JC, now I capitalize

I'll get out there and step for real, all cap aside

Niggas bitch, i'll I get out there, put this gun down, I'll pap'em out

I'm in these streets, yeah, they play for keeps, they put racks on your noggin

I be kickin' shit on these beats like that young nigga sliding

Nigga, I pop shit everywhere, I go like Port-A-Potty

Ain't too old for the playground, that young nigga still slidin

Can't kick you with you new niggas, remind me of Tekashi

Nigga, six-nine, put your hoe in a six-nine when she call me

Twin been doubling his cut for years, when was his last time coughing

Said it's smoke, he want cancer, put him in a coffin

Got a problem, got your answer right here in my jogger

Got a problem, got your answer right here, fuck a hoster

Niggas talk, but all that fuckin' talk ain't no commotion

I'ma leave that hate shit up to them, cause they some fans

I could give a fuck, they say I suck, my distro say some bands

I ain't no Kevin Hart, I'm really gon' let it spark, think like a man

She on go, she love me, love me not, I'll make the hoe eat out my hand

For a post, they'll come wet up your spot, fuck that

They'll come cut off your hands, I'm really, one of those you think I'm not

One of those I think I am, fuck that, one of those I know fasho'

If you try it, don't diss me bout no hoe

Pop out twin at your door

My side, got a game in a figure four