Fan Or A Killer

[Intro]
(Scotty just caught him a body)
(That's T-Will)

[Verse 1: Lil Poppa]
Think I’m done talkin' 'cause they ain’t tryna listen
Done with all my bitches if they don't come kissin'
Need a fairy godmother to grant my wishes
Made it rain cocaine in the middle of the trenches
Less pain, more riches
Mama said she washed her hands with me like she did the dirty dishes
I told you niggas I wasn't playin' with it, this my life, this my decision
I gotta stand with it
Go legit, then you go missing
Before the boogieman get us
Hold on, who the man?
This bitch said, "You the man, nigga"
Wanna pop one? Sure, you can
Want me to do some Xans with her

[Chorus: Lil Poppa]
I don't know if this a fan or a killer
I don't know what's in they plan
But I do know they can come right now ’cause I just finished prayin’
Told 'em I can’t move my hand, hurry up and take a pic
I just woke up to them bands, now he a hundred grand richer

[Verse 2: Jdot Breezy]
A hundred grand, I need like seven figures
Ever since I could remember, knew that I was bigger
Man, the shit that I was facin', they tried to play me little
No more bein' basic, expensive taste and I ain't ridin’ rental
I'm on top and I'm hot now, you niggas played
Dot, why you walkin' like that? Huh, I got that thing
You know goin' against the grain come with a lot of pain
Leave a heavy stain on niggas, I'm perpetrating with that flame
Bro seein' red when he slide
He sin and he sin
Murder man, murder man
You gotta let me know somethin'
This shit done got realer
Load up for war, what's the plan?

[Verse 3: Lil Poppa]
This shit been movin' too slow
Tell 'em speed it up, done had to get a new load
That's just what you get for trustin' niggas with you
Shit, a ho gon' be a ho and I'ma be a nigga
So I don't see the difference
She say money make her dizzy
It's thirty thousand in my britches
Fuck her, then I ditch her
When I want the head again, I tell her that I miss her
Baby, pull up, bring your dental
That shit help with my mental
Watch every stepper off my finsta
If you slip, they gon' get you

[Chorus: Lil Poppa]
I don't know if this a fan or a killer
I don't know what's in they plan
But I do know they can come right now 'cause I just finished prayin'
Told 'em I can't move my hand, hurry up and take a pic
I just woke up to them bands, now he a hundred grand richer