f*cked a Fan lyrics

by

Rylo Rodriguez


[Verse 1: Veeze]
I'm the reason n*ggas even wanna boss up
Get a n*gga whacked, I ain't gotta play tough
Used to be rich, but you f*cked it all up
M this year, ain't been a whole month
Can't be mad, you just gotta catch up
Your ho prolly f*cked every n*gga with some money
I'm still in the hood posted up with the junkies
You never going back to the hood, stop running
I told her, "I know" and she text me she love me
n*gga touch me, on the spot, I'ma bust him
Too much lean in my pop, I need crutches
Paying that b*tch for the twat, you a customer
How you got smoke with your opps and your brother?
I'm part of the mob, can't be gooey for nun'
I woke up this morning, Rick Owens for breakfast, then Gucci for lunch and then Louis for dinner
Dive in that pus*y, I'm scuba'ing in her
Chrome Hearts my glasses like substitute teacher
Joe Biden need to make hating illegal
Rocking a mask, gotta pay just to see me
I'm classy, I'm sippin' and raising my pinkie
My b*tch super bad, her feet even pretty
The real n*ggas dying, they tryna extinct
If I had a opp, they'll be findin' them stinkin'

[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
If I had a dollar for every faithful b*tch in the world, my account would be empty
She gave me head, my wrist on presidential, it's giving me Monica Lewinsky
Too many fish in the sea, if she want some shark lock boots, I'll buy her Givenchy
This rap sh*t, I had to make it, my hype man a felon, he couldn't even fly to the venue
Say she don't like Porcelain and I get her dental implants, she ain't never copping no bridge
I left some shades on the hardwood floor at the studio, but I ain't never dropping no mid
Like I got eczema, I scratch off so many government names off pints of red
He postin' drank but ain't got nun', calling his bluff right now, sh*t give me a cringe
I f*cked a fan inside of a five-star hotel, she the only one who came
She want me to take the Trojan off and sign it, but I'm not Bronny James
It been a minute since I seen a main cabin, but half my watches plain
Balenciaga, I'm rich but I'm dressing homeless, it's too many rips in my jeans
f*cking a YouTube whore, I'm creating content for all my bros in the chains
I'm Alvin Kamara lit, I done dragged her quick, you texting that hoe like a saint
[Verse 3: 42 Dugg]
b*tch, pour me a cup, my first this month, who f*cking with us?
She'on see me enough, wanna keep getting touched, let her have my buffs
I'm Mr. Philippe, n*ggas send me keys I'ma split 'em with Meech
I'm here for the East, n*gga don't even think, I'm paying a half
I'm thugging with mines, I'm passing out dimes, that's [?]
n*gga know I'm sick, 'fore you play with my b*tch, don't forget that I'm rich
[?] mattress, we spinning on banshees, we buss down Pateks
Plain 990, I'm the first that had it, n*gga, ask my granny
Y'all know who the ones is, who start this turn sh*t, n*ggas ain't been turnt since
While they was yelling out, "Time up", I done ran me a dime up
n*gga, just this last month, I done bought like five trucks, n*gga, ain't no passing us
Yeah, I'm talking bout all y'all, can't f*ck with half of us
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