[Intro]

Aye, it's Fanta

Shoutout my guy Lxminouse

We back in the booth

[Verse 1-offthefanta]

Pull up with the choppa and it coming with a beam

You can call me fucking trippie 'cause I hit him with a gleam

Got a bitch up by my side and we together like a team

Know I'm tryna wife her up 'cause she be straight out of a dream

I ain't never had no help, you know I made it on my own

You is busy getting handouts, I don't need a fucking loan

Pour a Deuce up in my Fanta so I'm getting in the zone

Counting money like a king they way I'm posted on the throne

Green Balencis on my feet, so you would think I’m talkin Sprite

Brought her to the BnB you know I took her on a flight

I be rapping like I'm Yachty so I want her for the night

You know she loving on my music 'cause my future kinda bright

She the Apple to my Mac, I'mma tell her throw it back

You would think I'm Joey Bosa 'cuz I'm riding for the sack

I be steady making heat, I think I need a fucking plaque

Know I'm wearin' hella Prada might just drop myself a rack

Got this word 'round town that I'm steady dropping heat

Choppa on my lap you know I want to let it eat

I be riding'with my squad you would think that we a fleet

Gonna take her to the Hilton I might pull up to a suite

But I rapping for the fame, I shoot my shot just like I'm dame

Know I'm better than your man he can't compare we not the same

I keep a nine like Igoudala so you know it's fucking game

And I'mma kick her out the crib because she acting fucking lame Bitch

[Verse 2-Lxminouse]

Stick on hip and I'm gonna pull it out

Sending shots to your dome and make your homies pout

I don't care for the fame I don't care for the clout

I don't wanna live that life because it's not what I'm about

Got a sweet ass shawty anywhere when I need her

Pour a four into my cup and I have two liters

And you know I'm hella packing

My dick longer than a meter

And that bitch was talking shit so I let that chopper eat her

True religion on my jeans you would think that I'm a Christian

I be speaking all the truth but the opps don't wanna listen

I be steady cooking heat, you would think I'm in the kitchen

Pour some Fanta in my lean and you know I had to sip it

Pull up with a blick got a 40 on my stick

I be making hella money so these bitches on my dick

And the way ballin I don't gotta hit a lick

And you think my flow is rona

'cause that shit be fucking sick

[Outro-offthefanta]

Damn, the flow fucking sick

Shit