OnlyFans Lyrics

Damn, me and these niggas all in, it's only fam I can't do friends

Pop on stage with only tens, tell my bitch they only fans

Try to give my brodie' ten, say he ain't snitch I know he did

I know you know he did, I know he know I know he did

I'm in that mode again, 4-5 want condolences

Questioning who on my 6 'cause a nigga feeling cold again

Streets wanna feel my soul again

This perky make me whole again

Let me write a poem again

An iPhone never capturing my soul, same with feds inside this city

Or them cappers with my flow

She be fine with all them Shiens but I like her with no clothes

They be asking in my DM's when they catching me at shows

Got all this gold, but I don't know

This shit done got me dying slow

When you figure what you dyin' for, you know the type of time you on

And I can't get my timing wrong, yeah

Mom see me with a tec, back then I ain't never even give a text

I still don't know how to even send it back

So I'm the last one gon' play up on the net

Back then listening to tap, tap, tap

When Meksy had a Nav cut, pushed too back

Back then we was all listening to Nav

Now I'm hopping on a beat and I snap, snap, snap

I told you I don't get attached, cause that shit be holding me back

Something to do with my past, probably something that happened way back

So I only need you for the neck or a bag

Or some shit to do with a check

Ain't about a gym when I'm talking bout a set

No Migos but he be acting Offset

Damn, me and these niggas all in,

456, no roulette bitch I'mma' spin this shit

Free cake any day, on some Denny's shit

I fucked up, sipping lean with this henny bitch

I'm fucking on a dime, not any bitch

'Bout to turn 21 on some Embiid shit,

but I'm smoking on this filly, taking plenty hits

Damn, me and these niggas all in, it's only fam I can't do friends

Pop on stage with only tens, tell my bitch they only fans

Try to give my brodie' ten, say he ain't snitch I know he did

I know you know he did, I know he know I know he did

Damn, me and these niggas all in, it's only fam I can't do friends

Pop on stage with only tens, tell my bitch they only fans

Try to give my brodie' ten, say he ain't snitch I know he did

I know you know he did, I know he know I know he did

I'm in that mode again, 4-5 want condolences

Questioning who on my 6 'cause a nigga feeling cold again

The streets wanna feel my soul again

Damn

Me and my niggas all in

The streets wanna feel my soul again