Making Love To Fans

Ten round my neck, nigga
Twenty on my wrist, nigga (It's Gucci, lil' nigga)
Fifty in my clip, nigga
Blitz your whole shit, pussy
Million dollar look, nigga
Million dollar, mwah, nigga

Pull up on your bitch

Hop out on your bitch, come on
(Damn son, where'd you find this?)
(You know, I got the game from the old heads, I'm talkin')
(Young, rich, gangsta, live off it, die 'bout it, bitch)

Nigga back to back, my shit jumpin'
My timepiece cost a hunnid
I'm rich and don't pay for nothin'
I'm stingy like, "Nigga, fuck it"
I'm hidin' behind these hunnids
You like it, baby? I love it
I'm flyin' way out the country
Makin' love to fans in London (Nigga)

I don't even remember meetin' your bitch
But if you said I did, you know I fucked (Nigga)
Only nigga know TikTok or Twitch
But all the streams is jumpin', nigga
You niggas do all you can, give it all you got
I do whatever I wanna, nigga

Feel like Sade with a pistol, I could've ghost-wrote for a living
Ayy, the G's in the iPhone 6 like it's '04, '14 (Pew, pew)
Tie my wicks up, concert, mixed up, let me hit back my fiends
My savages taste my cup, next week, they had it in bubbles
When they floodin' the streets

Sandwich bag full of Skittles
Like your mama hooked the school up with a treat (Nigga)
Young and paid
Ready to watch them burn out 'fore you reach my age

Niggas gay
Bury these boys with candles so they can learn the basics
Fuck a rapper bitch in Asics
She was on my radar, now I ain't watch her on the radar

Can't let anybody on the radar

Matter fact, get the fuck out my face

Nigga back to back, my shit jumpin'
My timepiece cost a hunnid
I'm rich and don't pay for nothin'
I'm stingy like, "Nigga, fuck it"
I'm hidin' behind these hunnids
You like it, baby? I love it
I'm flyin' way out the country
Makin' love to fans in London (Where?)

I got ten round my neck, nigga
Twenty on my wrist, nigga
Fifty in my clip, nigga
Blitz your whole shit, nigga
Million dollar look, nigga
Million dollar, mwah, nigga
Pull up on your bitch
Hop out on your bitch, come on

Yeah, nigga
Lil' Birdman, yeah

Baby Tunechi, yeah, yeah
Tiny B Slim, come on, yeah
CMB, yeah
That's all I mean, keep it G, yeah

Baby Pacino, yeah
IGCMB though, yeah
Family for me though, yeah
430 Finito, pussy
Evil Empire, New York's down south supplier
We got it for cheap, one thousand grams uncut to the gut
We ain't new to this, we true to this, this is Evil Empire