Hit The Fan Los (DET) (Ft. Babyface Ray)

[Intro: Los]
(Never get full, nigga)
(Hey, Jefe, go dumb on these niggas)
This shit 'bout to hit the fan
Woo (Jefe)
I promise if my tape gon' sell (Woo)
This shit might hit the fan
I'ma be a rich a nigga
This shit might hit the fan, tryna keep my—
Yeah
That's what that much indicts get you (Nigga, yeah)
Yeah
Hey, ayy (Pussy-niggas, ain't got no love for 'em)

[Verse 1: Los]
I'm like this shit 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 nigga, tell the dope fiends I retired now
Bitch, I'm a wise guy, drop my nuts on a bitch
I heard niggas talkin' dope, I promise they ain't cut like this
Check me out, bitch (Nah, for real, though)
Like check me out, bitch, yeah, tough nigga

[Chorus: Los]
I promise if my tape gon' sell, I'ma be a rich nigga
Forty thou' every month, that's what that merchandise get you
I'm talkin' cigarettes at night shift, that was my life, nigga
I should've brought the ice with me, tryna get right, nigga
I should've brought the ice with me, tryna get right, nigga
Should've brought the ice with me, tryna get right, nigga
I should've brought the ice with me, tryna get right, nigga
I should've brought the ice with me, tryna get right, nigga