Lil Scoom89 - Fans Lyrics

      

Fans
by Lil Scoom89

Intro
Come here
Before all this rap
Uh, before all this rap, I was tryna go clap (Mvmbo)
Before I w— Come here
Uh, uh, come here
Before all this rap, I was tryna go clap, hop out with the ?, wanna torch 'em
We four deep, could never try steal us a car, slid the— Man, come here, come here
You know how the fuck we comin', yeah, bounce out the back
You know how the fuck we comin'
Yeah, yeah, come here

Verse
Bеfore all this rap, I was tryna go clap, hop out with the ?, wanna torch 'em
Wе four deep, could never try steal us a car, slid bread? in a four way Porsche (Four way Porsche)
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 recording
Her shit was fat, but once I ?, I found out it was boring (Her shit was boring)
Hoes fuck with the opps, or maybe not, but shit, I'll 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 takin' the dick, it ain't my fault she showin' (Showin')
Now, let's turn it up, like bad ass kids, we come through, tear shit up
That last one fucked him up
They played like ?, so that's what the fuck was up (That was up)? truck, swing dope, 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)
Choppa and the Maybach, out in Cali', feelin' like Rick Rock (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 laid? over east, you want a feat'? Then you know that's gon' cost (That's gon' cost)
I been on my Skrilla shit, too high, I'm in zombie land (Like zombie land)
They just dropped a what? On his what? Man, go get the man (Man, get the man)
We spin like a ceiling fan (Ceiling 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
We don't play with Ghost Glocks, nigga, all we got is gens (Got is gens)
Walkin' up the block ?, 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)

Outro
Know how the fuck we comin', nigga
Come here