Fan By Me

Lyrics

[Intro: MBK Boogz] (Ooh, Sav killed it) Booh-bop-diddy [Verse 1: MBK Boogz] I called my nigga ScammLikeelyy, I told him I wanna scam today He said we fuckin' with the logins, gettin' instant pape' Tryna make a big bag off rap hustlin', so we switchin' states But I'm addicted to the fraud, I just made a ten in a day My nigga Fxce came with a method, now we tryna triple up He touched down from his flight, we in the foreign when we picked him up You gotta pay for brodie Telegram, that shit'll get you rich as fuck I take risks every day around this bitch tryna run it up [Verse 2: Babyfxce E] He tryna copy everything I do, now he broke as fuck Hand his ass the ARP, he get to chokin' up 9K all on onе clerk, we did him bold as fuck I pat her cakе, then bake her mans, then we roll him up Babyfxce, MBK Boogz, and I'm with ScammLikeelyy If I'm performing by a fan, then it's a fan by me I'm turnt now, you can get a lil' boosie if you just stand by me I either got two K's, it's a 47 or a 10 by it [Verse 3: ScammLikeelyy] If you ever stand by me, it's some bands by you I came up off doin' fraud, used to scam Meijers I got a brand new car and just punched some tires On the road with Babyfxce E, I just paid the driver We just went OT, had to get Boogz I can show you how to scam, teach you every jugg Come down and lay with me, baby, show you how to do it I just got a 'bow of too loud and I'm runnin' through it This not 'za in the leaf, this an opp pack I'm still on the road with Cash Cards, I can't stop that E got a Glock 23 for a hot stack And it can fit in his pocket, it's compact These niggas love to watch me like Comcast This bitch wanna fuck, but I be on her mom's ass I'm on every rapper ass like I'm last Of course she grew up to be a ho, it's her mom's past [Verse 4: Babyfxce E] Your mama was a thot, now that's your reputation This switch up on the Glock'll pick your destination I go with my first mind, I'm never hesitatin' Man, I still take risks, fuck them open cases I got scam, I got fraud, I got gun charges Bitch, if it's stiff, that ain't my dick, it's a gun probably My brother smoked so many 'Woods, he had lung problems This clerk was so damn dumb, she took the fun out of it [Verse 5: MBK Boogz] I came right behind bro and took all the funds out it I think I need to see a therapist, I got fraud problems This nigga E pulled up to the booth with a small chopper This fiend walked from the South to the North, she walked the dog out her Fxce dressed her R.I.P. up, he ain't gotta walk you down We got enough bullets in the clip, we shootin' hundred rounds You ain't shootin' for a target, boy, you shootin' at the cloud My nigga get to shootin' at you while I'm shootin' out of town (My nigga Lou came through, we done blew the whole pound)