Cut the Fan On lyrics

[Intro]
Gang, ay, yuh (Oh sh*t)
Skee, skee, skee
Get that sh*t in motion man, yuh
Gang

[Verse]
Let’s run that money up, n*gga, get that sh*t in motion
In the booth I’m kissing Mary Jane,I think I’m overdosing
I got this feeling in my chest, I really think a n*gga chosen
Tyler snapping in his rap, they say that n*gga need a trophy
Man, f*ck a trophy (Gang), I’m tryna get straight to the check
I be staying out the way, no I ain’t worried bout the next (No)
b*tch stop blowing up my phone, I told you I don’t like to text (Yuh)
I’m a real Swiff Jet, I stick and move, and I finesse
n*gga I ain’t out here trapping, yeah I took another route (Gang)
Jit pockets went flat, n*gga ran into to a drought (Another drought)
I ain’t tryna make no love, I get a face and kick her out (Kick her out)
b*tch I’m tryna ridе the stage, I’m tryna jump into the crowd
I just took a n*gga b*tch and now that boy don’t likе me
b*tch I’m out here making movies like a n*gga Spike Lee
I’m busy running up a check, like a n*gga Nike (Run up that check)
I don’t need damn designer, I’m stepping in a white tee
n*gga tryna bite my sauce, yeah, can’t get the flavor
Baby, why you acting boujee? b*tch you not no Jayda Wayda
I’m on the grind like Tony Hawk, n*gga feeling like a skater
I ain’t the superhero, I’m the villain, baby I can’t save you
In the booth with dark shades on, like Easy-E
n*ggas out here cuffing hoes, you’d think they work for TPD
I’m with your b*tch, we making movies, I ain’t talking DVD
I’m finna cross a n*gga over, think a n*gga CP3
Finna cross a n*gga over (Yuh), like Steph Curry
But I’ve been kissing Mary Jane, I think she got my vision blurry
I’m in the booth, I’m geeked up, got a n*gga feeling nerdy
Come through in a scat pack, oh yeah I know them n*ggas heard me
n*gga feel like trap laying, I’m booted up, my eyes wide
n*gga tryna get a motion, boy you gotta wait in line (Wait in line)
This sh*t coming off the head, I just be saying what’s on my mind (What’s on my mind)
I do this rap sh*t with ease, n*gga I ain’t even trying (Ain’t even trying)
This sh*t coming to my head, and it’s rolling off my tongue
I’m on the beat, I’m turning up, a n*gga really having fun
I’ve been kissing Mary Jane, she put that pressure in my lungs
I’m tryna get that sh*t in motion, keep on running up them finds (Yuh, ayy, ayy, yuh)
Stack that money to the sky, uh, feel like that guy
Get your b*tch, she tryna kick it, but this not no Cobra Kai
I ain’t f*cking with these b*tches, all these hoes be telling lies
I won’t buy the b*tch a ring, but she can get an apple pie
My n*gga Justin, he like Lilo (Yeah, that’s gang), and I’m Stitch
I be getting to the money, n*gga I can never switch
n*gga, you should be ashamed, out here beefing ‘bout a b*tch
In the booth with Mary Jane, got a n*gga ‘bout to glitch
You ain’t tryna get no money (Huh), you a dummy (What)
When I put them carats on my wrist, like I was Bugs Bunny
I can make your b*tch laugh, she keep on telling me I’m funny (On god)
I might snatch a n*gga hoe, you’d think a n*gga Ted Bundy
Man, these n*ggas fruity pebbles, feeling like the Flintstones
I’m a smooth ahh jit, no I ain’t in the friend zone
You know I’m a team player, I gotta put my mans on
I’m getting hot up in this b*tch, I’m bout to cut the fan on
[Outro]