Only Fans

[Verse]

I know they couldn’t handle you
But you know that I can
I’m her only fan
She ain’t posting naked for the gram
She got some respect for herself
When I went broke she ain’t leave, never left
Where you was when I needed you?
Never there
I got Remy on my side ‘cause I’m wishing you was there
I be in my feelings missing my nigga
Fuck with them zombies not them ones off of Thriller
Fuck what you talking if it not money I don’t hear you
All I ever wanted was the money getting realer
Fake love, too much of that hist will have you real numb
Going broke for a bitch’s attention boy you real dumb
Focused on the money best believe these has will come
I left Z alone ‘cause I ain’t feel love
Must be in a coma they been sleeping on me real long
Real long, real pain it don’t go away, it’ll last
Real long, they ain’t want to give me no grams I had to steal some
Momma found all my grams when I was real young
I know how to get it ain’t waiting for a deal to come
I’m with Big Feezy
He don’t bang blood but he’ll leave blood stains easy
Chopper eat his face send straight to meet the reaper
I wasn’t in love she was bae for the weekend
We at Westgate this is not Four Seasons
I can’t spoil you bitch give me the reason
I go demon just give me the reason
I go demon just give me the reason
Weighting up my scale on my ashy knees
Keep on the phone with a bitch named Keisha
I do not care her ass fatter than Peter
I be with a pretty bitch she yellow like a bee is
Long as he real I don’t give a fuck if he a street nigga
Imma fuck with him long as he keep it a buck with me
Since I was a kid I ain’t never liked fuck niggas
I I love you then I’m stuck with you
If I love you then I got you back right or wrong
I love my niggas but I like to ride alone
[?] I heard he died alone
Now I’m pouring Remy in my styrofoam
Why she fuck with little Pig?
Cause I’m different
Say you love me you gotta show something different
If you whack one whack all, no ifs
If its a problem and you with them then you getting whacked with him
It don’t cost one dime to be real
But these niggas cap like it cost a whole mill
I ain’t waiting for a deal Pig got trap skills
Free the rapper to this day he waiting on appeal
Seventeen is old how you live with thirty years
How the fuck you sleeping in the pen with no pill
He not in the wrong but he in the field
If he try to harm em then his blood spills
He like [?] cause he holding all the shells
He popping at your head boy you should have had a helmet
(He popping at your head boy you should have had a helmet)
That little vest ain’t go’n help you
What?
That little vest will leave you helpless
Popping at you top boy you should have had a helmet
He want your top he ain’t aiming at your pelvis