Fan Song Pt 2

Lyrics
[Intro] Damn (Okay, Stuntman) Oh shit (BeatGang) Me and my fans wrote this song I appreciate y'all We finna come just like this Ayy [Verse] Fresh as hell, looked at my 'fit, almost robbed myself So much water on my neck, almost drowned myself Ridin' 'round with automatic yop, almost shot myself Label sent an offer, I fuck around and had to sign myself I had my fans do these bars, it's a cheat code I got blues in my pocket, this a C-roll Like a cameraman shootin', I'm gettin' B roll Me and my chops love to hang out, we a trio You made that ho your girlfriend, why you cuffin' sluts? They say them prices went down, nigga, ain't no such You split it down the middle with my bro, now wе up as fuck I got my fans snappin' with me, they came in clutch Thеy say all my jewelry hittin' 'cause it came from Hutch Pour half the pint in this pop, this bitch can't be touched I'm with DBoy right now, we 'bout to make a hit We get pussy for the free, we don't pay for shit I'm holdin' a class trap 810, come and make a brick Told dog he finna die this week, he better join Make-A-Wish Gave dog a verse, he pulled up with a case of Tris' Oh, you not tryna fuck? Man, ho, you dismissed My bitch terrified of guns, she know they got switch I'm terrified of bums, when she got it, she think she hot as shit Dog think he puttin' a hold on somethin', you can't stop shit I caught dog in the act, you is not quick She said some bullshit and met the blocklist [Outro] (Stuntman)
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Credits
- Writers
- KrispyLife Kidd
- Stuntman Beatz