Fan Favorite (feat. dame, Ten¢hi the Grinch & MixItUp)

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OBEY The Kidd

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Bad lil, bad lil, oh Bad lil, oh
Got a chop and i leave it on the scene
Got a bad lil bitch for the team
She want dick everyday, she a fiend
She be beggin' me for more, she on her knees
Talkin' real big, better cut it out
I'ma have the gang, come run you down
Pull like 5-10 shots in his mouth
Big ass blunt, yeah we smokin' loud
Put this shit in Sprite while we pourin' out the Wokhardt
Bitch on dick, she can't even get my cock hard
Hit him with the toaster, treat his ass likea Pop-Tart
Only real rap, f*ck you talkin' bout a popstar
Bitch, we just fuckin' why you talkin bout love
You hoes don't deserve my trust
They talkin' shit, put your man in a blunt
Who just gun you down, yeah that's Mr. Roll-Em-Up
Me, Chris and Alan cookin' up with a view
Why you on your ass, probably watchin' YouTube
Pourin' up a four, cause it's what I do
Pussy wanna sip, but he ain't part of the crew
If you ain't part of the crew, you are not sippin'
Yeah, my pocket's full of blue, hella knots in it
Long Clips and a Glock, ain't no stocks in it
Louis V on the duffel, it's a chop in it
I start breakin' niggas' pockets, I'm a mob boss
This choppa paintin' niggas, you can call it Bob Ross
Already had this conversation, I'm a lost cause
I can turn a square party to a hot spot
I seen them flexin' little racks, but it's not enough
Hot box in the coupe, windows foggin' up
Big woods in my lungs, give me cotton mouth
If you see me with the gang, know we poppin' out
Probably got like four burners when I'm hoppin' out
Magic stick like Timmy Turner when I'm hoppin' out
If you tell me that you down, ain't no coppin' out
Niggas talkin' all these guns, so we brought em' out
It's a city full of magic when I'm out in Vegas
Throwin' bands to the strippers, I'm a fan favorite
She wanna come back to the crib, it's a staycation
I ain't playin' with no kids, ain't no late payments
See you tryin' to call my phone, baby, where's the money
Make this easy, girl, don't make me come and take it from you
See you tryin' to call my phone, baby, where's the money
Make this easy, girl, don't make me come and take it from you
Got a chop and i leave it on the scene
Got a bad lil' bitch for the team
She want dick every day, she a fiend
She be beggin' me for more, she on her knees
Talkin' real big, better cut it out
Ima have the gang come run you down
Pull like five, ten shots in his mouth
Big ass blunt, yeah, we smokin' loud
Got a hundred stacks in my hand
With the Grinch on the strip, so you know we throwin' bands
New Padik straight out of Switzerland
One-seven in the clip, feelin' like Jeremy lin
Sticky grip on my blick, if you geekin, I'ma spaz out
Groupie bitch, gave me Mad Mouth
Gas got me floatin', I'ma pass out
Swervin' in the beam, I'ma crash out
I just popped a bean, ho, dripped in Cilingo
Pour up some wok, I ain't sippin' on green
If I bought her a Mink Coat, bitch, don't get me throat
Only want bands, leavin' her to the street
O-T-K, take your hoe, he'll leave you T-K-O
Shit on your face, homicide on the scene
But I'ma leave her on scene, though
Sayin' that she love me, but I really need Scene hoe
And I got chips like Casino
Smokin' this green, cause I just got a Pski, yeah
And I'm pourin' up some lean, no whiskey
I got diamonds on my rings, can't miss me
This ain't copper, this is real gold
And it's trouble bringin' heat, but I'll probably be real cold
Cause we never lettin' shit go
Better hold back, before your ass gets picked off
I could really hit a lick on him
Catch a half dozen, 38, saw a special
Got a couple thousand on me, shinin' off this bezel
Great ape, but I'm tuggin' heavy metal
That's a knife-style wrist, but I haven't broken shit
So I'm still chasin' paper
Bitch, I'm still smokin' pressure
And pressin' all the gas, cause that shit'll never get old
Bitch, I got no patience, no waitin
No fake shit, all designer fit
White gold, cause I'm racist
Got a mask on, hunnin' opps like I'm Jason
Only friends, now are Roosevelt, and Ben Franklin
And I'm takin' pillies every day, like if I'm anxious
And these bitches ain't on shit
All you do is talk with no bag, that's toxic
Cause they wanna be famous
Fuckin' the whole gang, cause these bitches never make shit
If they aint on, I can't play with it
But her kitten I'ma play with it
And my dick can never stay hidden
With the bitches, I'ma hit it
Cause I came in with that late finish
Oh-oh
Roll bounce on my neck, cause there really ain't no fake in it
No-oh
Go around, with your bitch, and I told you I'm a fan favorite
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Atwater Avengers, ha
Fan favorite
But Ayee
Bring the drugs
We the fan Favorites

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