Fanned Out. Lyrics

Bitch fanned out, said she tryna get hit

Higher than my dead's, finna smoke me a zip

When you go up, now they on your dick

They ain't never believe we was gon' get rich

No, my lil' bro, yeah, he a killer

Yeah, my lil' bruh ain't gon' fold

That lil' bitch gotta kick rocks

Yeah, that lil' bitch gotta go

None of my partners is bitches

All of my partners up pole

Yeah, yeah, I'm back in' that mode

Chasin' all this green, no, I can't chase no ho

Everything that I did, did that shit for the bros

Yeah, my niggas gon' hold it down, they gon' stay ten toes

Feel like I'ma die young, cant see myself, getting Old

She said, you don't care, boy, your heart so cold

Fighting battles in my mind, that's something she don't know

She will never know

Meet a thot hoe treat her like a good bitch

Dolce Gabana I ice out her wrist

Sip on high tech said she want her a sip

Blue in my pocket, she think I'm a crip

Money so heavy, I walk with a limp

So much designer, I'm covered in sin

Fan-ass hoes can't be my friends