Fuck My Fans Video (MV)

Nigga, f*ck my fans
Huh, huh, nigga, f*ck they talking bout
F*ck my fans and f*ck my opps, they all ain't shit
Having secret pressure by the hoe, niggas tryna die behind a bitch
These niggas hoes, they broke as f*ck, stay out the mix
You sweet as f*ck, so stop that dissing lil bro you know you a free lick
Huh say Lil Joe what's that dissin' on the gram about
I know the real you back in the day, my lil bro paped you out
F*ck Lil Jamie i'm with the bros, we tryna air shit out
And free the bros that's down the road, say let my smackers out
Don't understand how niggas diss and then be broke
I don't work at f*ckin' Walmart, stupid bitch, you sound slow
And you got my f*ckin' drop, know why I stay I want the smoke
And how the f*ck is you my opp behind this shit, ain't let shit blow
Can't beef with you, you niggas phony, niggas hoes
I'm gettin' money, bitch, you broke as f*ck, these niggas f*ckin' poor
I get his drop and ship him out like shein send him down the road
I tell a pussy stick to cutting hair cause, boy, y'all ass been throwed
Like, oh my God, YQ3 be f*ckin' trippin
Feel like Santa got a list of opps, pop out Merry Christmas
If you the bro and you switch up, get filled with stitches
I feel bad for all my opps, cause it's no way you ducking switches
F*ck my, f*ck my fans and f*ck my opps, they all ain't shit
Having secret' pressure bout a hoe niggas tryna die behind a bitch
These niggas hoes they broke as f*ck, stay out the mix
You sweet as f*ck, so stop that dissin', lil' bro, you know you a free list
Nigga, f*ck my fans