FANNED OUT

(Yeah) (Just Juice) (Yeah, yeah) Me and my kin gon’ ride for the win Just family Bitch, is you understanding? I brought my clique to the high that we live Shit fancy, bitch You could not imagine Me on those nights, so low and lonely Swear at times, I was ready to end it They told me sky is the limit But didn’t think I could reach out of the heights I did after Fuck your plan now I don’t do handouts Put your hand down or it’s man down I turn your bitch to a fan She’s fanned out Back handspring to a split with pants down I got the money, honeys, life like a movie Bitch I guess it panned out Whether or not you rooted for me I guess that I’m the man now My assistant assists me with spending these bands Put the cash from bag to hand now I did you favors, I did what you asked But it wasn’t enough Don’t think I can help Plus I got problems that come with these handhelds Haters and fans with demands now Bruh, I bought the club Your bitch show love, consider her pants down Uh, that shit must hurt I was your friend you don’t deserve I penned the plan out Bands, I earned I could advance you based on worth You don’t got nada to serve me Hiring you is like me paying to hurt me I’d throw you more to ensure you desert me And never reach out no matter the purpose Attitude reckless How you know me? You don’t know cold, my heart been frozen Talking ‘bout guest list, what you hosting? You got no code, it hurts to know you You hope that I loan some All alone, I made it out on my lonesome I can’t let you hold nothing except these nuts (Both them!) Me and my kin gon’ ride for the win Just family Bitch, is you understanding? I brought my clique to the high that we live Shit fancy, bitch You could not imagine Me on those nights, so low and lonely Swear at times, I was ready to end it They told me sky is the limit But didn’t think I could reach out of the heights I did after Fuck your plan now I don’t do handouts Put your hand down or it’s man down I turn your bitch to a fan She’s fanned out Back handspring to a split with pants down I got the money, honeys, life like a movie Bitch I guess it panned out Whether or not you rooted for me I guess that I’m the man now God told me I’m the man now I’m just carrying his plans out The ones that was hating said I’d never make it They’re hitting me up ‘cause they’re fans now Tables turned after millions earned But the bridges burned They will never learn They’re telling me their concerns now I am really just not concerned It’s destiny Y’all ain’t checked on me Pretend you F’d with me Now you’re impressed with me Y’all were eating off my damn plate There wasn’t even nothing left for me I won’t forget it Got it on credit I’ll be collecting my debt in a second When I keep pretending and you don’t expect it Y’all trading your soul and your ticket to Heaven Me? I would never, I’m smarter than that Y’all are too soft and I’m harder than that I don’t waste time with the gossiping I’m getting money so I don’t get caught up in that I learned my lesson when messing with y’all Y’all goofy then once you get desperate, you fall They screw me over but then they all crawl back to me I’ll be expecting a call Me and my kin gon’ ride for the win Just family Bitch, is you understanding? I brought my clique to the high that we live Shit fancy, bitch You could not imagine Me on those nights, so low and lonely Swear at times, I was ready to end it They told me sky is the limit But didn’t think I could reach out of the heights I did after Fuck your plan now I don’t do handouts Put your hand down or it’s man down I turn your bitch to a fan She’s fanned out Back handspring to a split with pants down I got the money, honeys, life like a movie Bitch I guess it panned out Whether or not you rooted for me I guess that I’m the man now I’mma kill ‘em all One bar, capiche? Can’t name another artist going hard as me Watch me lay ‘em all down like carpentry And like the last level, I’m hard to beat Got a Mack truck full of ammunition If they act up, then this gat’ll split ‘em I been stacking digits like a mathematician I got sick thoughts but I battle with ‘em If you act suspicious, then I’m back to business One bad decision, I’m going to back to prison All I brought is gas, I got adds and whip-its I just popped a Molly and I’m past my limit I’m gone I really tried to warn y’all once in the green room With your bitch, rolling up blunts Smacked down drunk I been going all month I don’t mean I’m in a gang when I’m throwing up some You would think it’s Christmas when we light up trees Me, Juice, and me We the final three Imagine all the shit I’ve achieved Really been the shit just like diarrhea Motherfuckers wanna test me With the stick, I’m like Wayne Gretzky Bitch, I’m big, bald, and I’m sexy (Merk) Me and my kin gon’ ride for the win Just family Bitch, is you understanding? I brought my clique to the high that we live Shit fancy, bitch You could not imagine Me on those nights, so low and lonely Swear at times, I was ready to end it They told me sky is the limit But didn’t think I could reach out of the heights I did after Fuck your plan now I don’t do handouts Put your hand down or it’s man down I turn your bitch to a fan She’s fanned out Back handspring to a split with pants down I got the money, honeys, life like a movie Bitch I guess it panned out Whether or not you rooted for me I guess that I’m the man now