Homie Gang UFO - F.A.N (feat. Red Ali 2x's)
Pussy nigga thinking that he hotI'm in the picture looking down like I'm Pre Scott
Don't make me angry
Aim these bullets at your tree top
They know I'm nasty and I'm classic like some Reebok
I told these mother fuckers
I'm the mother fucking illest
On any beat I bet I mother fucking kill it
These niggas cap just like a mother fucking fitted
It's Homie Gang we be the mother fucking business
I own that mother fucker
Spin the block I roll with villains
It's only one
It ain't no Sub Zeros I'm chilling
I talk that shit that they can't flush that's how I'm feeling
My whip just like my limits
They both got no ceilings
I told these mother fuckers
Take it there okay apply the pressure
I know he strap that's why I got my niggas bringing extra
An all my niggas got both feet's that's why we call them steppers
And them boys childish when it's beef they slide in any weather
Hold on let me finish tell them
Who the fuck they think I am
We just pull up an air it out I bet a stick won't jam
I got bitches in different colors call them Toucan sam
I fucked just to kick them out I'm Martin
Call them Pam they must not know who I am
Private jet when I take off they don't know where I land
Just know I'm twisting up a lot somewhere in wonder land
And everything I'm smoking green
That's Peter Pan
Fake ass niggas out my circle I cut off the fans
Load up these cans when we got beef we getting rid of Spam
We melt these niggas just like butter when we in the jam
My Homies Gang up bring them K's
From the Ville then slam
We over shit and owning shit so we don't understand
Hold on let me finish tell them
Who the fuck they think I am
We just pull up an air it out I bet a stick won't jam
I got bitches in different colors call them Toucan sam
I fucked just to kick them out I'm Martin
Call them Pam they must not know who I am
Private jet when I take off they don't know where I land
Just know I'm twisting up a lot somewhere in wonder land
And everything I'm smoking green
That's Peter Pan
Fake ass niggas out my circle I cut off the fans
Aye Red
Yo
Aye why these bitch ass niggas hating like
A nigga won't go burn something you see what I'm saying
Aw man fuck that nigga he ain't on shit wassup
I get active nigga
We gone hit that nigga like 2 times
Hit him 2 times
Ha we hands on with that shit
Written by:
Quentin Mabry
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