Текст песни F!cked A Fan (Remix) - j shiest

Yeah Rick Owens junkie, I keep that shit on me
Real deal slime, I don't ride with jabronies
She say "Shiestman got the whole world in his hands"
Got my name on blimp just like Tony
I'm tryna fuck you and yo' friend let's get on it
RDB, 84, 730, I'm on it
She thinking I'm finna stay 'till the morning, I'm out with the mob tryna count up this money
Freaky lil' bitch, only call when she horny
Eat the dick up with no hands or no warning
That nigga mad 'cause I'm fucking his hoe, I'ma get his address send his ass to the army
I'm turnt, I'm not paying you back, fuck Klarna
Lil' nigga can't tell me shit about karma
No telling shit, but my chain got pointers
She wet like Katrina, man shoutout New Orleans
Take that shit on the chin and get up, no falling
Got like 3k in my cup, I'm balling
Bitch, It's just Me N My Kup, Ken Carson
If I leave the ho then like autumn, she falling
If yo' bitch look then she took, John Stockton
My bitch do hair, book the look, I'm sponsored
Shout out Freebandz, like Mar I popshit
When I go to Kiku I'm not using the chopsticks

Hop out with chopstick, it got kickback
Take off on him, you will not get shit back
Cup muddy as hell, let me sip that
How we thieving? Tell fine shit to get that
I go Rick-y, Eight-four feeling emo
Got a bitch eat the dick like a seagull
Got hot shit, one tap, Deagle
Eight-four young leave a nigga like DIO
Run a heist, whole gang got 8 mags
Nigga run around poor like he hate bands
Hella water, I'm sipping the freshest
Wallet big as hell, looking like Precious
DND on a thot, I don't wanna talk
Nigga say he got more money, stop it
I be cheating, my hoe know I'm not shit
Try Eight-four, bitch, you get popped quick
Flipped the car, goddamn I done spun out
Know it's summer, these hoes got they buns out
Drop some pape' in the hood, that's investments
Eight-four gon' pop in this shit, that's so destined
If I get my hands on it it's mine
Cut the bitch off 'cause she wasting my time
Real money, the fuck is a crime?
Whole gang black truck riding 4 deep

Double back everytime 'cause when I spin I gotta make sure it's done
If this bitch got a switch, when you hear (Blaow!), Just know it shot more than once
Niggas capping they ain't did shit to me, tell a nigga come show me sum'
Nigga tryna beef but ain't even got no paper, nigga can't show me nun'
I got a cousin who fuck wit' them country boys, yeah he get it lit in the Bity
But we from the A. and we really moving around, so we getting lit in the city
Niggas be clueless so watch yo' gang
Let that boy play he get popped like a willy
What I'm saying worth a million dollars
Nigga just call me lil' Wallo and Gillie on God
I'm wit' lil 84, you play with 84, we coming right through yo' door
And I'm wit' Wicked, and shit get wicked, we put his ass on the flo'
Yeah, we spin him 3 times in a row
Stop the dissing, yeah, just let it go
Why the fuck nigga thinking he fucking wit' gang? Nigga this shit on the flo'

Yeah fly as a bitch, I'm like Birdie and Trilly
I'm in the mountains while you in Clay-co just chilling
Yeah my bitch Wild 'n Out, she pick up I kill it
Interview for the lame nigga, you killed it!
Brown Rick Owens on, look like I shitted
I call up on Keenan he shooting the witness
Boot up wit' me baby like Bobby and Whitney
I turnt up my savage and got right to business
Lil Naya in the backseat getting pissed off 'cause I keep saying how I'm in love wit' her bestie
.380 blowing the whistle, my temper Too Short for a nigga to try and come test me
30 ball, pull up and throw it like Stephen
Balenciaga, S-S-S Steppin'
Phone on DND, sorry bitch don't text me
Feeling like Boston Richey, bad bitch come help me, on God