suwxp - Fanned Out Lyrics

I hit your dome and then we double back and hit your shit again
And I ain't playing with no groupie ho, might pull up on your friend
That nigga playing like I won't pull up on that nigga and drop ten
I'm in a four door, we pull up, put that chopper in the wind
And you ain't get no get back from your brother, nigga, spin
That nigga doing all that talking, ain't nobody drop the pen
I be creeping late night, tryna bring a nigga in
No Mortal Kombat, might break a nigga back with his b-lick
And I ain't doing no talking, I'm tryna see your brain hit
Nigga all up on the net, but ain't never drop shit
I got a few words for niggas who be talking, but ain't b-lick
Nigga, stay up on that app and you be typing, suck a dick
When I let that ho go, bitch, you gone feel it rip
I ain't no blood, but I be getting blue, nigga, call me Crip
And when I'm lurking on your block, bitch, I'm on that night shift
I'm tryna get that nigga gone, don't need nobody for assist
Let the b-lick go and leave that nigga out there for the fish
He wanna play tough and all that nigga dead, so try again
Oh, I forgot, bitch, you can't, cause I rolled you in that blunt
That nigga dead for talking shit, he tried to pull one of them stunts
Sike, let me f*cking chill, even though I ain't done
Nigga went and bought a b-lick and never shot that damn gun
Like, what you tryna do, nigga? leave a nigga stunned
You better up that damn b-lick, before your ass, get done, nigga
I ain't even tryna rap with you, niggas, like, God
This shit really come easy, like nigga on bro
All that f*cking talking you doing, on God
Keep my f*cking name out your mouth, bitch
That nigga tried to make it seem like I ain't upping poles
Ain't you the same nigga, had that b-lick out ? and you froze
Okay, nigga, that's what I thought, bitch, go and up that score
All that f*cking typing on the net, that shit be for the hoes
Well, damn, nigga, you might be one, cause you ain't down to blow
I'm tired of playing with pussy niggas who be tryna steal my flow
Go double back and pick your mans up, his glob on the floor
That nigga speaking on my name, but you the one ain't trying to go
Nigga, and I can do this shit hat for hat
Might do it band for band, nigga, pull up, get your mama wacked
And tell your damn sister I'm tryna f*ck, call me back
Niggas wanna talk shit, but never even touched a gat
Nigga, all that f*cking rapping you doing, nigga
Go sit your dumb ass down, nigga
We on every hit, nigga
I'm on every car nigga
On every block nigga gang