Fanta

Fanta - Ard Adz Lyrics

[Verse 1]

It ain't a blessing if you sin for it, said it like six times

But I don't practice what I preach, I got six grinds

Cah I got a son who turned six, I gotta get mine

Free my brudda Ratty he's in the can for like the sixth time

Skipped death a couple times but I live four lives

Even though I'm Muslim I could never keep four wives

Love my bro four times

Try touch him I be rising up my .4 twice

Tryna buy a crib, you be buying up some more ice

I bought my bruddas tape, you buying More Life

Never been rich I been poor twice

Heart's gone cold, it just pours ice

Fuck Young Thug and them dons, I bang 2Pac

Fuck the bouncer in the club, I brang two packs

My brudda got an ounce in the club, it's how we do akh

This year I gotta fly to Dubai and link Fuad

I grind in rain, now I got the brightest chain

I could never snitch, I'd rather die in pain

And that's word akh, to the world akh

They can take me now or hit me with a bird akh

Feelin like Bigs man, tell em top shotta's back

Bangin' out Trapz and Potter tracks

I lost a Z last fed chase

But it's not a L my G, that's shotta's tax



[Hook]

About gangster, your bank account banter

I'm in my city with a fizzy and a Fanta

About gangster, your bank account bankrupt

I'm in my city with a fizzy and a Fanta

About gangster, your bank account banter

I'm in my city with a fizzy and a Fanta

I'm in my city with a fizzy and a Fanta



[Verse 2]

Tryna find happiness within

My brudda got a twelve but he's happy on the wing

Any whip I get I'm blackin' out the tints

I told my wifey wait and I'll be splashing on your ring like

You gotta wait until your time's right

Spin a rapper like my brudda Limelight

Five years strong, and the 'nect's got the same buj

Mans think they bad, till they 3 weeks in J hood

My brudda's on the run they got him living in Qatar

Told my brudda open up a Bible or Quran

Yeah my chain's shining but you find me in the dark

Fuck losing money I be losing my Iman like

I could never be a popstar

Coulda been a doctor

Never eating lobster

Always in the 'ood, with some chips and a box of wings

Rather stab you up cah the roads aren't a boxing ring



[Hook]

About gangster, your bank account banter

I'm in my city with a fizzy and a Fanta

About gangster, your bank account bankrupt

I'm in my city with a fizzy and a Fanta

About gangster, your bank account banter

I'm in my city with a fizzy and a Fanta

I'm in my city with a fizzy and a Fanta



[Verse 3]

On the roads tryna chase the profit

When I should try intimidate my prophet

Born Muslim but I'm moving like a kufr

Twenty shots'll have you moving like kapoof

Let the mash squeeze and put it in his handkerchief

Gangster boy, I don't need a gangster bitch

Got bars but I'm sinnin' for my P's

This music ting's dead I can't be living off of streams

Before I wake up and tweet off my Spotify

Get a box, break it down, shot a nine

It's looking crazy in the street

Active on the roads but I'm lazy on the beat like