Wavy Cam - Hit Da Fan

Know this bitch she was plotting
She was scheming
And all my niggas ride around
They full of demons
In that hellcat hell nah
This a demons
These niggas shot your mans
You get to squeezing
Hell nah
Niggas they don't fuck with him
He be murdin
Niggas hit your block
Like they was serving
Better watch out for you mans
Niggas confess like they
Work for the feds
Price on your head
And niggas be dead
You cannot dip on us
Shit hit da fan yeah yeah
Can't fuck with them niggas
There All of he's niggas
Is dead Don't pop out
If ya scared
Swap out the lens eyes red
I started this drip were my credit yeah
Give a fuck about him
What he said yeah
Cover up the pain with the moncler
Who be really down I can't tell
Can I tell you girls be really fake
She broke up with me on my birthday
Got dam that bitch be fake
That shit happen up in the worst way
Then you went out with my mans
What the fuck be really going in your head
I diagnosed you you is a FN
And you was never my bestfriend
And that shit happened years ago
How the fuck you like my Ig post
How these niggas hatting and they envy tho
If you talking on a nigga adios
I can't fuck with the bullshit
And niggas big talk they won't do shit
I know a couple niggas ruthless
And whatever I say they'll do it
Yeah
And whatever I say they'll do it
Know this bitch she was plotting
She was scheming
And all my niggas ride around
They full of demons
In that hellcat hell nah
This a demons
These niggas shot your mans
You get to squeezing
Hell nah
Niggas they don't fuck with him
He be murdin
Niggas hit your block
Like they was serving
Better watch out for you mans
Niggas confess like they
Work for the feds
Price on your head
And niggas be dead
You cannot dip on us
Shit hit da fan yeah yeah

Written by:
Wavy Cam

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