Ooh, Steve-O did this one
All my fans, all my fans, all my fans
AOAO the hashtag, hit a nigga, with a trash bag
Yeah
They like Frank you the truth, got up off my ass
I'm in the trap or in the booth, the type to have a 30 ball
Eating chicken noodle soup
Getting active in that Tahoe, but I'm thinking bout that coupe
Serving niggas topside, turning one into a two
Hit my phone for the Gary Payton, hit em with the glue
I'm middle man of the year I gotta make at least 100,
Young nigga had the city mad, serving niggas dummies
I was counterfeiting niggas, hit them with the funny money
Now it's hard to count on niggas, only counting on a junkie
Now I'm brushing niggas off, I don't care if we go way back
How you f*cking with the water? You can't keep up with the wave, man
Ask a hundred niggas about me, bet they tell you I'm the same man
I'm f*cking with the GGs, but I don't take Xans
I stuff my pockets full of paper, I need to change pants
Yeah, I used to have them one-things in, I had to change plans
Plugged called, China White in, I'm finna change it tan
Say you like to do business with me, cause I'm a made man
I was f*cked up, couch surfing, I couldn't save a band
How the f*ck you say you want money, but you won't take a chance
90 days in a small town, serving 80 pans
I gotta stay focused, I promise mama I won't crash
Niggas Instagram beefing, how they on your ass
Yeah, this the school of hard knocks, you niggas skipping class
Yeah, this a track, not a scat, we got the chopper in this bitch
G-4 jumping out the back, got the chopper with the switch
All my niggas real guerrillas, get to stomping in this bitch
In the club, gangbanging like it's Compton in this bitch
Being still the same thing as being dead, I gotta switch it up
Moving slow as hell, blending meds and a double cup
Having nightmares about the feds, trying to double up
And I done met a lot of f*ck niggas, so it's hard to trust
Scared nigga, be the first to kill you, it ain't hard to bust
If Uber Allen won't take me down south, I gotta ride the bus
Or I'ma stuff it in the fender on the minivan
Out of town, niggas bumping me, I got plenty fans
But I got plenty of a lot of shit
I need 16 for a 16 like Stoyakovich
Press gang, do this shit for hours, I got blocks to hit
Told Angie, give me 30 minutes, I got pots to mix
I got plenty of shit, Angie, just call me back in like 30 minutes
I'ma get you right, alright
Yeah, I'ma show you love
Free Angie
AOAO Frank Gelato - Mini Van Lyrics
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English
Ooh, Steve-O did this one
All my fans, all my fans, all my fans
AOAO the hashtag, hit a nigga, with a trash bag
Yeah
They like Frank you the truth, got up off my ass
I'm in the trap or in the booth, the type to have a 30 ball
Eating chicken noodle soup
Getting active in that Tahoe, but I'm thinking bout that coupe
Serving niggas topside, turning one into a two
Hit my phone for the Gary Payton, hit em with the glue
I'm middle man of the year I gotta make at least 100,
Young nigga had the city mad, serving niggas dummies
I was counterfeiting niggas, hit them with the funny money
Now it's hard to count on niggas, only counting on a junkie
Now I'm brushing niggas off, I don't care if we go way back
How you f*cking with the water? You can't keep up with the wave, man
Ask a hundred niggas about me, bet they tell you I'm the same man
I'm f*cking with the GGs, but I don't take Xans
I stuff my pockets full of paper, I need to change pants
Yeah, I used to have them one-things in, I had to change plans
Plugged called, China White in, I'm finna change it tan
Say you like to do business with me, cause I'm a made man
I was f*cked up, couch surfing, I couldn't save a band
How the f*ck you say you want money, but you won't take a chance
90 days in a small town, serving 80 pans
I gotta stay focused, I promise mama I won't crash
Niggas Instagram beefing, how they on your ass
Yeah, this the school of hard knocks, you niggas skipping class
Yeah, this a track, not a scat, we got the chopper in this bitch
G-4 jumping out the back, got the chopper with the switch
All my niggas real guerrillas, get to stomping in this bitch
In the club, gangbanging like it's Compton in this bitch
Being still the same thing as being dead, I gotta switch it up
Moving slow as hell, blending meds and a double cup
Having nightmares about the feds, trying to double up
And I done met a lot of f*ck niggas, so it's hard to trust
Scared nigga, be the first to kill you, it ain't hard to bust
If Uber Allen won't take me down south, I gotta ride the bus
Or I'ma stuff it in the fender on the minivan
Out of town, niggas bumping me, I got plenty fans
But I got plenty of a lot of shit
I need 16 for a 16 like Stoyakovich
Press gang, do this shit for hours, I got blocks to hit
Told Angie, give me 30 minutes, I got pots to mix
I got plenty of shit, Angie, just call me back in like 30 minutes
I'ma get you right, alright
Yeah, I'ma show you love
Free Angie
All my fans, all my fans, all my fans
AOAO the hashtag, hit a nigga, with a trash bag
Yeah
They like Frank you the truth, got up off my ass
I'm in the trap or in the booth, the type to have a 30 ball
Eating chicken noodle soup
Getting active in that Tahoe, but I'm thinking bout that coupe
Serving niggas topside, turning one into a two
Hit my phone for the Gary Payton, hit em with the glue
I'm middle man of the year I gotta make at least 100,
Young nigga had the city mad, serving niggas dummies
I was counterfeiting niggas, hit them with the funny money
Now it's hard to count on niggas, only counting on a junkie
Now I'm brushing niggas off, I don't care if we go way back
How you f*cking with the water? You can't keep up with the wave, man
Ask a hundred niggas about me, bet they tell you I'm the same man
I'm f*cking with the GGs, but I don't take Xans
I stuff my pockets full of paper, I need to change pants
Yeah, I used to have them one-things in, I had to change plans
Plugged called, China White in, I'm finna change it tan
Say you like to do business with me, cause I'm a made man
I was f*cked up, couch surfing, I couldn't save a band
How the f*ck you say you want money, but you won't take a chance
90 days in a small town, serving 80 pans
I gotta stay focused, I promise mama I won't crash
Niggas Instagram beefing, how they on your ass
Yeah, this the school of hard knocks, you niggas skipping class
Yeah, this a track, not a scat, we got the chopper in this bitch
G-4 jumping out the back, got the chopper with the switch
All my niggas real guerrillas, get to stomping in this bitch
In the club, gangbanging like it's Compton in this bitch
Being still the same thing as being dead, I gotta switch it up
Moving slow as hell, blending meds and a double cup
Having nightmares about the feds, trying to double up
And I done met a lot of f*ck niggas, so it's hard to trust
Scared nigga, be the first to kill you, it ain't hard to bust
If Uber Allen won't take me down south, I gotta ride the bus
Or I'ma stuff it in the fender on the minivan
Out of town, niggas bumping me, I got plenty fans
But I got plenty of a lot of shit
I need 16 for a 16 like Stoyakovich
Press gang, do this shit for hours, I got blocks to hit
Told Angie, give me 30 minutes, I got pots to mix
I got plenty of shit, Angie, just call me back in like 30 minutes
I'ma get you right, alright
Yeah, I'ma show you love
Free Angie
Writer: Diontre Franklin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid