Fanned Out

I hit your dome and then we double back and hit your shit again

And I ain't playing with no groupie ho, might pull up on your friend

That nigga playing like I won't pull up on that nigga and drop ten

I'm in a four door, we pull up, put that chopper in the wind

And you ain't get no get back from your brother, nigga, spin

That nigga doing all that talking, ain't nobody drop the pen

I be creeping late night, tryna bring a nigga in

No Mortal Kombat, might break a nigga back with his b-lick

And I ain't doing no talking, I'm tryna see your brain hit

Nigga all up on the net, but ain't never drop shit