fanz Lyrics

Have you

Ever been in luv??

Do you think you'll go to hell?

Green beam on da glock

Make 'em buss a move, nigga just dance!

Most of dese niggas slime, no

So i can't call dat boi my mans

Hair tie on dat mitt, nigga

Cuz i hate usin' rubberbands

Got mo' luv for ya when you leave 'em

Das da shi i can't really understand

Seen me down bad, nun in my pocket

And you ain't lend a helping hand

I can tell dat ya cap 'bout whatcha rap

Ya ain't even sold a gram

Do sumn dey ain't do, show 'em dat it work

Watch 'em turn to fanz

Dis hoe think she run sumn

Talm 'bout, "imma leave," ion give a damn

I don't care if you leave, go

Sick and tired of dese hoes

Twin brought da fully chop

Shoot dat big bitch like some B-Roll

In dat lane, he done hurt his leg stompin' on a brick, nigga, D-Rose

I'm an A-Z, blowin' good za, here dis shit fully legal

Quick to put dat hoe in her place, ain't gon' say it twice, nigga, she know

With the fam, tryna get rich off dis rap shit, like the Migos

Can't see a vision big as dis, nigga, when ya peekin' thru a peephole

Nine times out of ten, I'm by myself, nigga, I don't fuck with other people

I went from down bad, slappin' dem zips

To runnin' the stu, how 'bout you?

I ain't get to tell my lil' bro 'fore i left:

"Swear to God, boi, I'm dyin' 'bout you"

As a jit, looked myself in the mirror

Like "why in da fuck dey be lyin' 'bout you?"

Ain't shed a tear when I lost da bitch I luv da most

Tell me, why'd I be cryin' 'bout you?

Ain't never cried 'bout no hoe

Said dey gone ride, but dey won't

I spent some time on that road

Came in da same way, good with dyin' alone

Good without ya, i'm fine on my own

Good without ya, i'm fine on my own

And dis lil' hoe bussin' fa shit-sho

But dat ain't da same timing I'm on

Yeah, dat bih bussin', see dat I'm da man now

Put your hands up, or issa man down

Why yo' cheap ass lookin' for a handout

Stand on ten, I won't ever stand down

308s on some 'flip or flop' shi

Christina Hall, renovate yo damn house

Ain't wanna pass, let me take a shot

Till dey seen me ball, nigga, that's so damn foul

Green beam on da glock

Make 'em buss a move, nigga just dance!

Most of dese niggas slime, no

So i can't call dat boi my mans

Hair tie on dat mitt, nigga

Cuz i hate usin' rubberbands

Got mo' luv for ya when you leave 'em

Das da shi i can't really understand

Seen me down bad, nun in my pocket

And you ain't lend a helping hand

I can tell dat ya cap 'bout whatcha rap

Ya ain't even sold a gram

Do sumn dey ain't do, show 'em dat it work

Watch 'em turn to fanz

Dis hoe think she run sumn

Talm 'bout, "imma leave," ion give a damn