Los, Babyface Ray - Hit The Fan lyrics
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Los, Babyface Ray - Hit The Fan lyrics]
(Never get full, nigga)
(Hey, Jefe, go dumb on these niggas)
This shit 'bout to hit the fan woo (Jefe)
I promise if my tape gon' sell (Woo)
This shit might hit the fan
I'ma be a rich a nigga
This shit might hit the fan, tryna keep my
Yeah that's what that much indicts get you
(Nigga, yeah) yeah
Hey, ayy
(Pussy-niggas, ain't got no love for 'em)
I'm like this shit might hit the fan
So my people keep in touch
I might just take a town over like
Where the bricks at? What's up?
That Daisy strap, that's us, that quad now
I'm tired now i'm a rich rap nigga
Tell the dope fiends I retired now
Bitch, I'm a wise guy
Drop my nuts on a bitch
I heard niggas talkin' dope
I promise they ain't cut like this
Check me out, bitch (Nah, for real, though)
Like check me out, bitch, yeah, tough nigga
I promise if my tape gon' sell
I'ma be a rich nigga
Forty thou' every month
That's what that merchandise get you
I'm talkin' cigarettes at night shift
That was my life, nigga
I should've brought the ice with
Me, tryna get right, nigga
I should've brought the ice with
Me, tryna get right, nigga
Should've brought the ice with
Me, tryna get right, nigga
I should've brought the ice with
Me, tryna get right, nigga
I should've brought the ice with
Me, tryna get right, nigga
I'm tryna get right, I'm tryna get it goin'
I'll charge a light two thousand for
Me to whip it for 'em
I charge a light ten thousand
Then I'm gettin' on 'em
(I'll charge a light two thousand for
Me to whip it for 'em)
Heard you niggas fuckin' up the work
That's why you sittin' on it
I can hit the bank right now and walk out
Half a milli' on me
Heard somebody fuckin' with the boy
That shit sound silly, don't it?
Pull up, serve the bag, count the cash
That's how they really know me
Man, the whole gang rockin' ice
Lookin' for the glass
Let's go buy a stupid bag
Shit just hit the fan
I just bought another kit, ooh
That shit's a band
Shawty sneakin', takin' pictures of me, ooh
Your bitch a fan
Nigga left off Grand, come outside
Let's just go serve these niggas
Cash hit my line, then I'm gon' answer
Make like thirty with it
You are not a savage, life been rough
You just a dirty nigga
My ear to the streets, fuck a song, I never
My ear to the streets
Who are you? I never heard of niggas
I can't take my cousin outside
Because he murder niggas
We was probably talkin' dope prices
You see Birdie with me
More money, nigga, more pints
I keep dirty in it nigga
(Jefe made this)
(Hey, Jefe, go dumb on these niggas)
This shit 'bout to hit the fan woo (Jefe)
I promise if my tape gon' sell (Woo)
This shit might hit the fan
I'ma be a rich a nigga
This shit might hit the fan, tryna keep my
Yeah that's what that much indicts get you
(Nigga, yeah) yeah
Hey, ayy
(Pussy-niggas, ain't got no love for 'em)
I'm like this shit might hit the fan
So my people keep in touch
I might just take a town over like
Where the bricks at? What's up?
That Daisy strap, that's us, that quad now
I'm tired now i'm a rich rap nigga
Tell the dope fiends I retired now
Bitch, I'm a wise guy
Drop my nuts on a bitch
I heard niggas talkin' dope
I promise they ain't cut like this
Check me out, bitch (Nah, for real, though)
Like check me out, bitch, yeah, tough nigga
I promise if my tape gon' sell
I'ma be a rich nigga
Forty thou' every month
That's what that merchandise get you
I'm talkin' cigarettes at night shift
That was my life, nigga
I should've brought the ice with
Me, tryna get right, nigga
I should've brought the ice with
Me, tryna get right, nigga
Should've brought the ice with
Me, tryna get right, nigga
I should've brought the ice with
Me, tryna get right, nigga
I should've brought the ice with
Me, tryna get right, nigga
I'm tryna get right, I'm tryna get it goin'
I'll charge a light two thousand for
Me to whip it for 'em
I charge a light ten thousand
Then I'm gettin' on 'em
(I'll charge a light two thousand for
Me to whip it for 'em)
Heard you niggas fuckin' up the work
That's why you sittin' on it
I can hit the bank right now and walk out
Half a milli' on me
Heard somebody fuckin' with the boy
That shit sound silly, don't it?
Pull up, serve the bag, count the cash
That's how they really know me
Man, the whole gang rockin' ice
Lookin' for the glass
Let's go buy a stupid bag
Shit just hit the fan
I just bought another kit, ooh
That shit's a band
Shawty sneakin', takin' pictures of me, ooh
Your bitch a fan
Nigga left off Grand, come outside
Let's just go serve these niggas
Cash hit my line, then I'm gon' answer
Make like thirty with it
You are not a savage, life been rough
You just a dirty nigga
My ear to the streets, fuck a song, I never
My ear to the streets
Who are you? I never heard of niggas
I can't take my cousin outside
Because he murder niggas
We was probably talkin' dope prices
You see Birdie with me
More money, nigga, more pints
I keep dirty in it nigga
(Jefe made this)