You know you a fan b#tch
Throw it back for the snap
Counting chips, counting bands
Cause that’s my 1nonly plan
Kicking sh#t like liu kang
You might see me stunting on the gram
Pedal to the metal, me-metal to your dome
Call the ugly #ss m#th*rf#ck*r brace face
f#cking bad b#tches 1, 2
Might bring out the gat 3, 4
That’s how that sh#t sound
You know you a fan b#tch
Throw it back for the snap
Counting chips, counting bands
Cause that’s my 1nonly plan
Kicking sh#t like liu kang
You might see me stunting on the gram
Pedal to the metal, me-metal to your dome
Call the ugly #ss m#th*rf#ck*r brace face
f#cking bad b#tches 1, 2
Might bring out the gat 3, 4 that’s how that sh#t sound
Ayy, ayy
Poured the 4 with the wokhardt
b#tch on me she look like a treesha
Paying with cash i ain’t paying with card b#tch
Doing this sh#t until i get rich
I-i-i ain’t streaming i ain’t on twitch (huh)
Talking to the feds you must be a snitch
You be a devil i ain’t like you
Girl what’s up what’s with your mood?
It-it could just be us two chilling in a room
But what’s up with you?
I don’t make the rules
I be in my room making these songs
Making money making them bands
While you haters watching me i might call you some fans
I ain’t daniel i ain’t got on no vans
What the f#ck is up with you i might call you a stan
She steady watching me on the gram you know who you are b#tch
You know you a fan b#tch
Throw it back for the snap
Counting chips, counting bands
Cause that’s my 1nonly plan
Kicking sh#t like liu kang
You might see me stunting on the gram
Pedal to the metal, me-metal to your dome
Call the ugly #ss m#th*rf#ck*r brace face
f#cking bad b#tches 1, 2
Might bring out the gat 3, 4
That’s how that sh#t sound
You know you a fan b#tch
Throw it back for the snap
Counting chips, counting bands
Cause that’s my 1nonly plan
Kicking sh#t like liu kang
You might see me stunting on the gram
Pedal to the metal, me-metal to your dome
Call the ugly #ss m#th*rf#ck*r brace face
f#cking bad b#tches 1, 2
Might bring out the gat 3, 4 that’s how that sh#t sound
You be fakin’ and hatin’
What’s up with you i’m just tryna make it
Rolling this blunt smoking a whole pack
I’m doing this sh#t for my motherf#cking myself
Hatin’ on me you should focus on yourself
In my feelings can’t get out of my head (get out my head)
Should i do should i just send the text
This sh#t too risky i ain’t tryna flex
You know you a fan b#tch
Throw it back for the snap
Counting chips, counting bands
Cause that’s my 1nonly plan
Kicking sh#t like liu kang
You might see me stunting on the gram
Pedal to the metal, me-metal to your dome
Call the ugly #ss m#th*rf#ck*r brace face
f#cking bad b#tches 1, 2
Might bring out the gat 3, 4 that’s how that sh#t sound
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Benshi Lyrics – Whats up with u