"U STILL GOT FANS" lyrics

"U STILL GOT FANS"

Fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Yah, yah

Fire this zaza up, where the fuck the vibes at?
Diamonds on my neck, ain't even really gotta flex
Lil' LAZER run this shit up, I ain't even really be sweatin'
Already know my gun gon' bump
Nigga got up, I got this shit out the slum
Lil' LAZER one of them ones
Once in a lifetime, this shit gon' come
Opps on the bottom of my shoe like some gum
Hangin' out the sunroof, I'm finna go dumb
Ain't got no feelings, my heart too numb
Playin' with the work, I got this shit in my palm
Posted up at the spot, hella firearms
Different color za', we gon' earn major funds
Smokin' on za', shit fuckin' up my lungs
In a fast car, I put these racks in the seat
I'm geekin' on this shit, smokin' hella fuckin' weed
Ain't fuckin' with this drip 'cause this drip out yo' league
Now I'm finna be up, now I really can feel it
No matter how up I get, I'm still stealin'
Popped out with Fay, he popped out with Top Villain
I got my eyes on my cup, I won't spill it
I ain't cuffin' no fine shit, shit friendly
I got this motherfuckin' trap phone hittin
How the fuck I got off that pack? I just get it
How the fuck I got off that pack? I just got it
Nigga tried bitin' my drip, bitch, I'm winnin'
Burned out the V, got this motherfucker spinnin'
Burned out the V, got this motherfucker runnin'
Come to my show, I got tats on my stomach
I can't even cap, I just keep shit one hunnid
Niggas get popped if they walk up on me
Countin' these racks, I'm just thumbin' through it
My fingers get stuck to these fuckin' blues
My fingers get stuck to these fuckin' blues
Ain't touched shit, don't follow my hands
Thirty thousand, stuffed this shit in my skinny pants

Yah, yah

Fire this zaza up, where the fuck the vibes at?
Diamonds on my neck, ain't even really gotta flex
Lil' LAZER run this shit up, I ain't even really be sweatin'
Already know my gun gon' bump
Nigga got up, I got this shit out the slum
Lil' LAZER one of them ones
Once in a lifetime, this shit gon' come
Opps on the bottom of my shoe like some gum
Hangin' out the sunroof, I'm finna go dumb
Ain't got no feelings, my heart too numb
Playin' with the work, I got this shit in my palm
Posted up at the spot, hella firearms

Fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck


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