"Fans" lyrics
Grrt, come here
Grrt
Before all this rap, grrt, uh
Before all this rap, I was tryna go clap, huh (Mvmbo)
Before all this, uh, uh, come here
Uh, uh, come here (Harloww)
Before all this rap, I was tryna go clap, hop out with the shorties, wanna torch 'em
We four deep, kittin' up, tryna steal us a car, splittin' bread
Man, come here, come here
You know how the fuck we comin', yeah, bounce out, clap him (Grrah)
You know how the fuck we comin'
Yeah, yeah, come here (Brrt, brrt, brrt, grrah)
Before all this rap, I was tryna go clap, hop out with the shorties, wanna torch 'em (Grrt)
We four deep, kittin' up, tryna steal us a car, splittin' bread in a four-way portion (Four-way portion)
I don't wanna have no kids, but the pussy was good, so she gotta get an abortion (Gotta get an abortion)
We caught the opp in front of the crib with a Ring cam, can't wait to see the recordin' (Grrah)
Her shit was fat, but once I facked, I found out it was borin' (Her shit was borin')
Hoes fuck with the opps, or maybe not, but, shit, I still be goin' (Still be goin')
It's time to slide, on bro, I'm goin' (I'm goin')
I can't complain, he went out throwin' (He went out throwin')
He mad 'bout his bitch, tender dick, it ain't my fault she showin' (She showin')
Now let's turn it up, like bad-ass kids, we come through, tear shit up (Grrt)
That last one fucked 'em up
They played like Nuk, so that's what the fuck was up (That's what's up)
Straight-eight truck, swing door, come here (Come here)
We four deep, everybody bounce out
He took off, we chase, come here (Come here)
Tripped and fell, we knocked him off (Knocked him off)
Chopper in the Maybach, out in Cali feelin' like Rick Ross (Like Rick Ross)
Mike Amiri, Gucci, Prada, Fendi, don't rock Hugo Boss (No, we don't)
If I bail out, then I'm gon' toss (Come here)
If you ask me, they ass been lost (They ass lost)
I'm lit over East, you want a feature, then you know that's gon' cost (That's gon' cost)
I been on my Skrilla shit, too high, I'm in Zombieland (Like Zombieland)
They just dropped the what on his what? Man, go get the man (Man, get the man)
We spin like a ceilin' fan (Ceilin' fan)
I'm in the stu', Splat drench him then (Drench him then)
Before I had a Glock, on the back, a box, I spin with a FN (Grrah)
We don't play with ghost Glocks, nigga, all we got is Gens (Got is Gens)
Walkin' up the block and not on point, he died with it in his pants (Come here, come here)
SRT, I blow the trans' (Skrrt)
Big-boy truck, YB, we dance (Yeah, we dance)
They say that we opps, but really to me, they act more like my fans (Fans, fans)
Know how the fuck we comin', nigga, we all tappin'
Grrt, grrt, come here
Grrt
Before all this rap, grrt, uh
Before all this rap, I was tryna go clap, huh (Mvmbo)
Before all this, uh, uh, come here
Uh, uh, come here (Harloww)
Before all this rap, I was tryna go clap, hop out with the shorties, wanna torch 'em
We four deep, kittin' up, tryna steal us a car, splittin' bread
Man, come here, come here
You know how the fuck we comin', yeah, bounce out, clap him (Grrah)
You know how the fuck we comin'
Yeah, yeah, come here (Brrt, brrt, brrt, grrah)
Before all this rap, I was tryna go clap, hop out with the shorties, wanna torch 'em (Grrt)
We four deep, kittin' up, tryna steal us a car, splittin' bread in a four-way portion (Four-way portion)
I don't wanna have no kids, but the pussy was good, so she gotta get an abortion (Gotta get an abortion)
We caught the opp in front of the crib with a Ring cam, can't wait to see the recordin' (Grrah)
Her shit was fat, but once I facked, I found out it was borin' (Her shit was borin')
Hoes fuck with the opps, or maybe not, but, shit, I still be goin' (Still be goin')
It's time to slide, on bro, I'm goin' (I'm goin')
I can't complain, he went out throwin' (He went out throwin')
He mad 'bout his bitch, tender dick, it ain't my fault she showin' (She showin')
Now let's turn it up, like bad-ass kids, we come through, tear shit up (Grrt)
That last one fucked 'em up
They played like Nuk, so that's what the fuck was up (That's what's up)
Straight-eight truck, swing door, come here (Come here)
We four deep, everybody bounce out
He took off, we chase, come here (Come here)
Tripped and fell, we knocked him off (Knocked him off)
Chopper in the Maybach, out in Cali feelin' like Rick Ross (Like Rick Ross)
Mike Amiri, Gucci, Prada, Fendi, don't rock Hugo Boss (No, we don't)
If I bail out, then I'm gon' toss (Come here)
If you ask me, they ass been lost (They ass lost)
I'm lit over East, you want a feature, then you know that's gon' cost (That's gon' cost)
I been on my Skrilla shit, too high, I'm in Zombieland (Like Zombieland)
They just dropped the what on his what? Man, go get the man (Man, get the man)
We spin like a ceilin' fan (Ceilin' fan)
I'm in the stu', Splat drench him then (Drench him then)
Before I had a Glock, on the back, a box, I spin with a FN (Grrah)
We don't play with ghost Glocks, nigga, all we got is Gens (Got is Gens)
Walkin' up the block and not on point, he died with it in his pants (Come here, come here)
SRT, I blow the trans' (Skrrt)
Big-boy truck, YB, we dance (Yeah, we dance)
They say that we opps, but really to me, they act more like my fans (Fans, fans)
Know how the fuck we comin', nigga, we all tappin'
Grrt, grrt, come here
