Video Fans de A1 Freedom 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

A1 Freedom - Fans Lyrics

[Intro]
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
These niggas be eatin', word to my dead
Niggas dissin', niggas don't even know niggas, like
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Fanned-out-ass niggas
Niggas got so many deads
Niggas is dissin', niggas don't even know niggas
(I'm sorry, did he say Solution?)
Like, like, grrah

[Chorus]
He keep mentionin' Jacob in all of his songs (He fanned out)
And the man don't know him at all
I think the K2 got to the Gz
That boy not a superstar, look at his teeth
Cap rappin', you talkin' 'bout your friends
Dissin' each other, then they made amends (Niggas is pussy)
Too gangster to smoke on a dead
We spinnin' on niggas that's livin' instead
Like, why y'all wanna be like Durk? You lookin' pathetic
Sha and his Loccs and his mans got whooshed
Ran on his mans, they feel so pathetic
Sha Gz made "Crank Dat"
Yus made "Seizure Boy," how can y'all dead it?
Y'all both are some goofs
Cap the vids up, y'all needed the views, like (Broke-ass niggas)
[Verse]
Oh, you wanna go viral, you feelin' like Luca? (No)
I'm sorry, your music ain't hot
This is the man niggas claim savin' drill?
Tell his label stop buyin' them bots (Stop)
Y'all buyin' chains, I'm buyin' us chops, grrah, grrah, grrah
Tell his label stop buyin' them bots
Y'all buyin' chains, I'm buyin' us chops
Quanny a dick rider, he from Philly, he droppin' the O (He a dicksucker)
3500 caught a [?] on a streamer
Don't run, put a hole in your femur, like, grrah (Grrah)
These niggas got so many flaws
DThang, why your name is on PIDA? (Why you snitchin'?)
Drill dyin' 'cause y'all mediocre
If he Batman, I am the Joker
Doin' gimmicks and pullin' off stunts
Niggas like me only come around once
I'm not a rapper, I got a rap sheet
If I get booked, I ain't doin' no months (Grrah)
Y'all got money, but don't got respect
The Gz go to jail and y'all hop on the Jet?
Got money, but don't got respect (Niggas be scared, niggas be scared)
The Gz go to jail and y'all hop on the Jet?
I'm fed up, it's probably my ego
When Lil Akademiks seen you cap
Like, you never ran in no RICO, bitch, you got booked for a pigeon
Y'all horsin', ain't doin' no killin'
I'm a leader, put mine in position
All summer, don't loaf on y'all block
All them white T-shirts, we turn to crimson
[Chorus]
He keep mentionin' Jacob in all of his songs
And the man don't know him at all
I think the K2 got to the Gz
That boy not a superstar, look at his teeth
Cap rappin', you talkin' 'bout your friends
Dissin' each other, then they made amends
Too gangster to smoke on a dead
We spinnin' on niggas that's livin' instead
Like, why y'all wanna be like Durk? You lookin' pathetic
Sha and his Loccs and his mans got whooshed
Ran on his mans, they feel so pathetic
Sha Gz made "Crank Dat"
Yus made "Seizure Boy," how can y'all dead it?
Y'all both are some goofs
Cap the vids up, y'all needed the views

[Outro]
Like
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
A1, A1, A1
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
A1, A1, A1
Grrah, grrah
A1, A1, A1
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