Fan/Burger

[Intro]
God damn Trgc (Damn, Trgc made that?)

[Chorus]
Woke up, put a Cartier on my wrist
Put a Cartier on my bitch
Boy, you ain't never took no risk
Can't live life like this
Shooters in the bush and they shooting your shit
Lame ass nigga ain't flip no brick
Bitch started twerking then split on the dick
Look at the diamonds, they hit on my wrist
Pablo just called for the bricks
North Carolina, boy, I'm from the sticks
Took a couple risks, now I'm out of that bitch
(Out of that bitch, out of that bitch)
Pulled up on your bitch, got that head then I dipped
Boy walking around with them pockets on skimp
Crashed the Cayenne off the Tosei then limped
(Then limped, then limped)
Rolls Royce, feel the rain when the weather ain't meant
Bitch's lil' breath stank, need a mint
Pockets so fat, gotta walk with a limp
Walk up in the mall and a fan want a pic
Walk up in the mall and your bitch want a pic
'Cause she see the diamonds on my wrist
She know you ain't getting her shit

[Verse]
And I heard your music is shit (Shit)
Boy can't sell out no shows
I just caught with too poles
I said fuck that court though
Still finna drive the C8 with the butterfly doors
I'm on the run, I'll shoot you though
Doo-doo-doo-doo then I take your ho
Working a 9-to-5 flipping the burger
Lame ass kid, he a fan, he a burger

[Chorus]
Woke up, put a Cartier on my wrist
Put a Cartier on my bitch
Boy, you ain't never took no risk
Can't live life like this
Shooters in the bush and they shooting your shit
Lame ass nigga ain't flip no brick
Bitch started twerking then split on the dick
Look at the diamonds, they hit on my wrist
Pablo just called for the bricks
North Carolina, boy, I'm from the sticks
Took a couple risks, now I'm out of that bitch
(Out of that bitch, out of that bitch)
Pulled up on your bitch, got that head then I dipped
Boy walking around with them pockets on skimp
Crashed the Cayenne off the Tosei then limped
(Then limped, then limped)
Rolls Royce, feel the rain when the weather ain't meant
Bitch's lil' breath stank, need a mint
Pockets so fat, gotta walk with a limp
Walk up in the mall and a fan want a pic
Walk up in the mall and your bitch want a pic
'Cause she see the diamonds on my wrist
She know you ain't getting her shit