Young Trelle - Only Fans

They ain't ready for this, on me
Yea this it right here
I ain’t even wanna start rapping look what I turned into
First I had to paint the picture now they see it pay per view
Said I’m dropping NHNR2 this shit like breaking news
They say they would do this and would do that, do what you paid to do
I been chasing after franklins, but not Aretha
My bitch got that WAP I swear it’s hard for me to leave her
She wanna hop onto the dick I told her break a leg
She hit a split on that shit I was too impressed
That boy too stressed
And he fake as hell I seen him repping two sets
I new some head
Yea I need some new neck
Murder a nigga on beat and then release the shit like who next
Niggas get to talking slick well bitch I’m at the crewneck
I ain’t talking bout no t-shirts but he could be on one of em
Who the next to blow out of Augusta shid I’m one of em
She don’t gotta be my only bitch long as she one of em
Sorry baby you can’t be my only fan
I remember back when I was like my only fan
Hot as fuck inside the house no a/c just some fans
I was hungry eating fried bologna out the pan
Hot as fuck inside the house no a/c just some fans
I was hungry eating fried bologna out the pan
I remember back when I was like my only fan
I was hungry eating fried bologna out the pan
I been in they face it irritate 'em like a razor bump
Pops the one that use the clippers, I just know how to tape 'em up
Thinking you could walk inside my shoes shid lace em up
I been through the mud in these Air Force 1's
Southern nigga still AUG, 706
Yea I’m dope, like shaq shooting free throws I’m a brick
Niggas be broke as hell looking like a lick
How you got Gucci on but yo life ain’t Gucci shit
I been on some shit
Tryna get Gucci rich
Cappin' ass niggas wearing hats with every fit
If I'm a dog I'm a pit
Turn your hoe into my bitch
Think my flows caught corona every 16 been sick
Late night creeping in the Jeep it’s looking like a rover
And I got the jeepers creepers in the console
He say he posted up well yea we put him on a poster
I hate it when I’m sober yea I'm feeling just like Sosa
Different flavors, different hoes like some skittles
Put my babies on her stomach call her Brenda
I barely could remember her I fucked her off of tinder
She sucked a champion now she feeling like a winner
Sorry baby you can’t be my only fan
I remember back when I was like my only fan
Hot as fuck inside the house no ac just some fans
I was hungry eating fried bologna out the pan
Hot as fuck inside the house no ac just some fans
I was hungry eating fried bologna out the pan
I remember back when I was like my only fan
I was hungry eating fried bologna out the pan

Written by:
Rontrelle Bryant

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