F.A.N. (feat. HAC DIGGY) Video (MV)

I'm in this bitch, I'm in this bitch, I'm in this bitch
I'm in the time
How many times I gotta shoot to make that bitch ass nigga hurt
How many times I gotta shoot to make sure he don't see a nurse

Bitch niggas say go get him, that shit ain't nothin' but a word
I don't say nothin', let's go to work
This on the media, I see you in them people's paperwork
My youngins get at you like, get the booty, breakin' out the hood

Told your brother to hell he gon' do, he play, I kill him first
I throw back to hit the club, shawty liftin' up a skirt
Remember, they ain't show no love
Just out the mud, it's on my shirt

This shit for dirt, that ain't concussin
Somebody gotta see the dirt
Don't need no nigga to tie me up
If he ain't got it, bitch, go to work

This for my dawgs, I ain't makin' home
Wish we could put it in first
I've been clutchin' on this crown
You remember where we used to live

For real or real, just be for real
Don't know shit about how we live
Bitch tie me up, don't tie me down
Don't tie my side so I can sit

Crip through the cut and gun him down
No, they ain't comin' out for real
Hold on, hold on
Let me just switch it up a little

I never win in that field
It's 20 shots, she ain't got no skill
Niggas loud, we live, cut down
When y'all go down, you niggas crash

I can't wait till we collide
Huh, how many times I gotta shoot
To make that bitch ass nigga hurt
How many times I gotta shoot

To make this shit hurt
Bitch, niggas ain't gon' kill me
That shit ain't nothin' but a hurt
This ain't nothin', let's go to work

This on the media, I see you in them peeps
Pay that work
My youngins get at you like pitiful
They breakin' out the hood

You told your brother to hell he gon' do, he play, I kill him first
I throw facts, they hit the club
Try to live another skirt
There he go, there he go

Diggin' in this bitch
Ain't on no beans, focus, yeah
Tryna get in some shit
Bang for attention, how you livin'

I bang AJC, I push it on the shirt
Try to run like a baby
Draco make his ass murk
Bing bop, bitch stayed out

She spread out of town
All in her dreams, pussy soakin
I done that shit on purpose
In the hood feelin' good

I'm on that wish a nigga would
Swear or wrong, we close curtains
Left his partners hurtin
In the backseat smokin' purple

I feel them niggas workin
The 5'6 cut him like a surgeon
1 out of 10, we start surfin
Hit that siren, now we purgin

Ain't no opp that I can't find
Ain't no bitch that I can't hit
Chokin', smokin', blowin' crits
Shoot that bitch until it click

Do no jumpin', click the click
These factors ain't no D's
Ass dead, can't say shit
Focal fail, we blowin' sticks

Walk and choke him out the trail skin
And put him on the list
How many times I gotta shoot to make that bitch ass nigga hurt
How many times I gotta shoot to make sure hella shit a nurse

Bitch, niggas say
Go Kim, that shit ain't nothin' but a word
I don't say no, let's go to work
This on the media, I see you in them people papers

My youngins get at you like pick a boot
They bringin' out the hurts
You told your brother, the hell he go do
He play, I kill him first

I go back to hit the club, start a left until another skirt
How many times I gotta shoot
How many times I gotta shoot
How many times I gotta shoot

How many times I gotta shoot
How many times I gotta shoot
How many times I gotta shoot
How many times I gotta shoot