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Fans
1,595
Hip-Hop/Rap
Fans was released on September 11, 2015 by I & E as a part of the album The Return
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Release DateSeptember 11, 2015
LabelI & E
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

(Trauma Tone, Trauma Tone, Trauma Tone)
Part three
Yeah, fucki it, I'm off the top
From the dope game to the rap game, I gotta thank the fans
My album comin' soon, again, it's planned (For real)
I'm droppin' out the blue, my **** bangin' blue
My **** bangin' red, my ****'s in the fed (Yeah)
(Hey, hey)
I miss my ****, dearly (Uh)
You don't hear me, man, I'm here (Here)
Got me me smokin' loud, sippin' purple (Damn)
Damn, I'm in a **** song (Damn)
Feel like I'm on my own (Damn)
I can't tell my rights from my wrongs, yeah
(Damn)
(Hey, hey)
Like sometimes I wanna re-up (Re-up)
Know I'm in position to kick my feet up (Damn)
But I just wanna grind (Grind)
Touch that yayo one more time
(One more time)
Hit that kitchen one more time (Time)
Turn that .48 to a 9 (Woo!)
I just, wanna count that dirty money
Ain't nothin' like 'em fives, tens, and twenties (Woo)
You ever seen, a half a mil, small hunnids (Small)?
And I ain't talkin' Monopoly money, ****, fo' real (Fo' real)
(Hey, hey)
Trap house be jumpin', that shit be goin' ham (Ham)
Who ever thought that boy pull up in a Lam (Lam)?
My dawg got indicted, could've said who I am
And I wouldn't be a rapper 'cause I would've got jammed, damn
(Ay, 'preciate that, my ****)
Memories, memories (Memories)
I could've been serving the whole century (Centuries)
I could've got shot up in all the shoot outs (Blap)
I don't know what you 'bout
But this shit that I rap out is real
(Hey, hey)
(It real like)
This shit, blood, sweat, and tears (Tears)
This the shit that give these **** chills (Woo)
This the shit (Talk to 'em, ****)
Make ya think about your past (Past)
Make you go re-up with your last, that cocaine maze (Yeah)
(Hey, hey)
It's that cocaine maze
(Ay, this that shit we livin' in, ****)
****, this that cocaine maze
(We ain't just talkin' this shit)
(And we ain't singin' this shit, partner)
It's that cocaine maze
(I can't tell 'em, man, they got to understand)
(Ya know what I'm sayin'? Fo' real)
Whip it
(Hey, hey)
This that, re-up and pump out, so you can profit
This that, hop in that Phantom, if you can cop it (Cop it)
This that, load up that chopper and go, and pop it
(Blap-blap)
This that, smash on 'em ****, so they can stop all that hatin'
(Hey, hey)
This that, if you fucked up music, then you grind back up (Let's get it)
This that, po ran off on me, but I grind back up (Let's get it)
This that motivation (Motivation)
This that inspiration (That inspiration)
This that, if your **** on lock down, you make visitation (Lucci)
(Hey, hey)
This that, pop a pill, fuck it
This that, hella wasted (No doubt)
This that, fuck a deal, do the Gotti, fuck the label (Fuck 'em)
This that, be your own boss and put your **** on (My nig)
This that, 28 grams on each and every song, work
(Get it)
Yeah, y'all fuck with that?
Hey ****, look
Fuck, we gon' leave the shit just like that
It's off the top, man
I wanna fuckin' hear that shit raw, ya know what I'm sayin'?
(Hey, hey)
Yeah
I'm through thinkin' when I'm rappin', ****, just
Whatever the fuck I say, that's what I say
That what it is, ****, that real, ya know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
We ain't second guessin' nothin', ****
To come out, and what the fuck comin' out?
Let's get it
(Hey, hey)
Written by: Yo Gotti
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