Fangirl (feat. Gab3)

Callin', shawty, callin', why you call, girl?

She can't understand me, she a fan-girl

Got big bands, gettin' big bands

But it come with a whole lotta bullshit (What?)

Tracy, keep a full clip

Pull up on your bitch and I flex like I'm made to (Like I made to)

Pull up on your block with the squad like I hate you (Like I hate you)

Work non-stop 'cause the clock don't stop

GothBoi, I don't need a Glock, my hitter will mop you

Now I'm feeling like a boss when I walk through

Yeah, I'm hangin' out with Goth and a thot too

Now you're someone I do not wanna talk to (I don't wanna talk to)

No, I could never love a bop, that is not true

I got diamonds on my ring, and my Glock too

Yeah, my diamonds go insane on my watch too

She was doing cocaine in the bathroom

Now she doing more K in the back room

He don't mob with the gang though

Yeah, I'm ridin' with the bankroll

Rollin' with the TEC like I'm Draco

I'm with the check, pourin' lean in my Faygo (Faygo)

Callin', shawty, callin', why you call, girl?

She can't understand me, she a fan-girl

Got big bands, gettin' big bands

But it come with a whole lotta bullshit (What?)

Tracy, keep a full clip

Pull up on your bitch and I flex like I'm made to (Like I made to)

Pull up on your block with the squad like I hate you (Like I hate you)

Work non-stop 'cause the clock don't stop

GothBoi, I don't need a Glock, my hitter will mop you