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hit the fan - los lyrics

[intro: los]
(never get full, n*gga)
(hey, jefe, go dumb on these n*ggas)
this sh*t ’bout to hit the fan
woo (jefe)
i promise if my tape gon’ sell (woo)
this sh*t might hit the fan
i’ma be a rich a n*gga
this sh*t might hit the fan, tryna keep my—
yeah
that’s what that much indicts get you (n*gga, yeah)
yeah
hey, ayy (p*ssy*n*ggas, ain’t got no love for ’em)

[verse 1: los]
i’m like this sh*t might hit the fan, so my people keep in touch
i might just take a town over like where the bricks at? what’s up?
that daisy strap, that’s us, that quad now, i’m tired now
i’m a rich rap n*gga, tell the dope fiends i retired now
b*tch, i’m a wise guy, drop my nuts on a b*tch
i heard n*ggas talkin’ dope, i promise they ain’t cut like this
check me out, b*tch (nah, for real, though)
like check me out, b*tch, yeah, tough n*gga
[chorus: los]
i promise if my tape gon’ sell, i’ma be a rich n*gga
forty thou’ every month, that’s what that merchandise get you
i’m talkin’ cigarettes at night shift, that was my life, n*gga
i should’ve brought the ice with me, tryna get right, n*gga
i should’ve brought the ice with me, tryna get right, n*gga
should’ve brought the ice with me, tryna get right, n*gga
i should’ve brought the ice with me, tryna get right, n*gga
i should’ve brought the ice with me, tryna get right, n*gga

[interlude: los & babyface ray]
i’m tryna get right, i’m tryna get it goin’
i’ll charge a light two thousand for me to whip it for ’em
i charge a light ten thousand, then i’m gettin’ on ’em
(i’ll charge a light two thousand for me to whip it for ’em)

[verse 2: babyface ray]
heard you n*ggas f*ckin’ up the work, that’s why you sittin’ on it
i can hit the bank right now and walk out, half a milli’ on me
heard somebody f*ckin’ with the boy, that sh*t sound silly, don’t it?
pull up, serve the bag, count the cash, that’s how they really know me
man, the whole gang rockin’ ice, lookin’ for the glass
let’s go buy a stupid bag, sh*t just hit the fan
i just bought another kit, ooh, that sh*t’s a band
shawty sneakin’, takin’ pictures of me, ooh, your b*tch a fan
n*gga left off grand, come outside, let’s just go serve these n*ggas
cash hit my line, then i’m gon’ answer, make like thirty with it
you are not a savage, life been rough, you just a dirty n*gga
my ear to the streets, f*ck a song, i never—
my ear to the streets, who are you? i never heard of n*ggas
i can’t take my cousin outside because he murder n*ggas
we was probably talkin’ dope prices, you see birdie with me
more money, n*gga, more pints, i keep dirty in it
n*gga
[outro]
(jefe made this)

- los lyrics

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