FANS 1.0

When we pull up in dat cadi wear no fuckin mask

If you finna try shooting better do that shit fast

Dont bother callin up your gang cause they fuckin trash

Once we know your dead we fuck your bitch we do not pass

Then we head to your brothers cause he tried to dip

When we walk up to the baby sleepin in the crib

When we take a peek we see it wears no fuckin bib

We aint fill this shit with blanks cuz this aint no Mad-Lib

Money gang (hey)

Money gang (gang)

Money gang (hey)

Money gang (gang)

I pull up, i pull up, i pull up, i pull up, i pull up, i pull up, i pull up

We fuckin on bitches, we fuckin on bitches, we fuckin on bitches on bitches

I hear you talkin shit, i hear you on my bitch

Guess what nigga? You next on the list, thats right you the next hit

Next i hit up the plug cause he got that AK40

When your crew see us they say nothin but, "O' Lordy."

When we shoot your ass down we get that on recording

Dont care about no sign bitch i keep it over forty

Drivin round the town in my black and gold rari

Gotta hit up the shop cause they got the fresh Bugatti

walk up to the owner simply saying dont be sorry

Then we skirt skirt outta there like we in da Audi

Money gang (hey)

Money gang (gang)

Money gang (hey)

Money gang (gang)

At the school sang sang

At your crib bang bang

Money gang (hey)

Money gang (gang)

Money gang (hey)

Money gang (gang)

I pull up, i pull up, i pull up, i pull up, i pull up, i pull up, i pull up

We fuckin on bitches, we fuckin on bitches, we fuckin on bitches on bitches

I hear you talkin shit, i hear you on my bitch

Guess what nigga? You next on the list, thats right you the next hit

Pull up, repeat

Pull up, repeat

In the Rari skeet skeet

Dippin from the heat heat

Pull up, repeat

Pull up, repeat

Pull up, repeat

Pull up, repeat