Fan Or A Killer

Lyrics

[Intro] (Scotty just caught him a body) (That's T-Will) [Verse 1: Lil Poppa] Think I'm done talkin' 'cause they ain't tryna listen Done with all my bitches if they don't come kissin' Need a fairy godmother to grant my wishes Made it rain cocaine in the middle of the trenches Less pain, more riches Mama said she washed her hands with me like she did the dirty dishes I told you niggas I wasn't playin' with it, this my life, this my decision I gotta stand with it Go legit, then you go missing Before the boogieman get us Hold on, who the man? This bitch said, "You the man, nigga" Wanna pop one? Sure, you can Want me to do some Xans with her [Chorus: Lil Poppa] I don't know if this a fan or a killer I don't know what's in they plan But I do know they can come right now 'cause I just finished prayin' Told 'em I can't move my hand, hurry up and take a pic I just woke up to them bands, now he a hundred grand richer [Verse 2: Jdot Breezy] A hundred grand, I need like seven figures Ever since I could remember, knew that I was bigger Man, the shit that I was facin', they tried to play me little No more bein' basic, expensive taste and I ain't ridin' rental I'm on top and I'm hot now, you niggas played Dot, why you walkin' like that? Huh, I got that thing You know goin' against the grain come with a lot of pain Leave a heavy stain on niggas, I'm perpetrating with that flame Bro seein' red when he slide He sin and he sin Murder man, murder man You gotta let me know somethin' This shit done got realer Load up for war, what's the plan? [Verse 3: Lil Poppa] This shit been movin' too slow Tell 'em speed it up, done had to get a new load That's just what you get for trustin' niggas with you Shit, a ho gon' be a ho and I'ma be a nigga So I don't see the difference She say money make her dizzy It's thirty thousand in my britches Fuck her, then I ditch her When I want the head again, I tell her that I miss her Baby, pull up, bring your dental That shit help with my mental Watch every stepper off my finsta If you slip, they gon' get you [Chorus: Lil Poppa] I don't know if this a fan or a killer I don't know what's in they plan But I do know they can come right now 'cause I just finished prayin' Told 'em I can't move my hand, hurry up and take a pic I just woke up to them bands, now he a hundred grand richer