Dirty Fanta lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah-yeah
I don't—I don't
GUCCI never lose

[Verse]
f*ck a thot, man I swear I cannot understand her
What you want to drink? Got lean in the dirty Fanta
She call my phone every night but I don't ever answer
I lost my heart and I'm alone, R.I.P. my grandma
I got the guap, come and take it
All these white diamonds, they thought I was racist
Bro pass the brick and he know I'ma break it
All these blues in my crib, I'm in love with these faces
I'm so high on a Perky, got me zoned out
Swear that f*ck n*gga fake, he a knock-off (Pew-pew)
If he stand in my way, he get knocked off
At TSA, standing in line with a big bag (Big bag, yeah)
Tell her, "Ride my di*k, it's something like Six Flags" (Six Flags, yeah)
Get guap, big cake, these hoes I been had (Yeah)
These n*ggas so lame, I fire with big GATs (Yeah, yeah)
Get him, get whoever ride with his b*tch-ass
Put a Glock in his mouth, no time for the chit-chat (Yeah)
And she like, "I miss you," uh
So? Lil' n*gga, get a tissue (b*tch)
Never thought money would solve my issues (Oh-oh-oh)
You done f*cked my bro, b*tch I can't kiss you
And you don't want bro to shine like an igloo (Igloo)
I was trapped in the mud, yeah, I was tryna get through (Get through)
n*gga ain't have sh*t, yeah, I had to make do (Make do)
I just came in, yeah, something like mildew (Mildew)
That lil' thot tryna kick sh*t like kung fu (Ooh)
Said GUCCI up all of my jeans, can't solve you
Why you never pick up every time I call you?
[Outro]
You know, baseball man, y'all know what's goin' on. Go get your drip up. You know what I'm sayin'? Balmains in this b*tch. Yup, yeah shawty. Yeah.