"FR" lyrics

"FR"

(DB)
(K9)
Yeah, yeah, that's it right there
Yeah, I'm shining in this bitch
Yeah, the biggest

Once she run it up, then you gotta run outta here
My money growing, I'm proud of her, I bought some glasses, the Prada pair
If it's for real and then we catch him, then you know he out of there
Fuck her good and grip her hair, fuck y'all both, I love it here
Bitch, I ain't come in the same, you thought you dealing with regular niggas
I'm from that A town, make no threats, you gotta do it, come step on niggas
Got more love for my brothers than these bitches, let 'em hit 'em
Ain't no falling out about 'em, niggas like women in they feelings

Sleeping with my clothes on and my pistol, I know she stealing
I done spared a couple niggas, I ain't let what-you-call-it kill 'em
I ain't care 'bout what they saying, 'cause in my granny eyes I'm realer
And I'm bigger, all that bark, no bite, I make my lil' dog get him, yeah
I done fucked it up a couple times, but hey, I'm back again
You see me on her picture, know I done hit, she ain't got rapper friends
Deleted everything on social media, he done snapped again
Boy for real a gangster, care who you is 'cause we ain't tapping in
Heart getting colder, I think it's time to show her
Before I ever drove my car, spent five K with a chaeffeur
They say Noodah catching on, I think I found my vocals
Niggas gon' and spend they money, give a fuck if I'm local

Once she run it up, then you gotta run outta here
My money growing, I'm proud of her, I bought some glasses, the Prada pair
If it's for real and then we catch him, then you know he out of there
Fuck her good and grip her hair, fuck y'all both, I love it here
Bitch, I ain't come in the same, you thought you dealing with regular niggas
I'm from that A town, make no threats, you gotta do it, come step on niggas
Got more love for my brothers than these bitches, let 'em hit 'em
Ain't no falling out about 'em, niggas like women in they feelings


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