FR Lyrics

Nigga can't get sick, I be percing and leaning'

Told my bitch, to don't even trip

Niggas be hating, can't wait to buy a buss down

So niggas can hate on my wrist

I'm tryna run up this bag and pop all these tags

And taking my bitch on trips

I'm on his ass, yeah we gon come for the stash

We gon take his shit then we gone dip

Real gang members, bitch we got blood in this bitch

Family members and, some of em crips

Yeah, the way I stack this pape, it don't make no since

Come on, yeah, real ass demon

My whip don't need no tint, yeah come on

Man I'm high then a bitch, it don't make no sense

Talking bout pocket change, bitch you really got cents

Threw him in the water, now that nigga a fish

Swimming in the ocean, my bitch shit drenched

Niggas be riding round with sticks

Nigga wanna play on this side, that bitch better go plead the 5th

Niggas be talking bout this, but niggas ain't talking bout shit

Put on the stove pot, then watch it whip

Yeah, these choppas ain't leaving no dents, bitch gone split

This choppa got aim, can tell, just by the grip

Niggas talkin' bout they sip, but can't pour a six

I caught my first hat bitch, ain't do no attempt

Riding sliding bitch just watch how I whip

Choppa get to firin' you a bitch, y'all niggas gone dip

Yeah, ima shoot back bitch I'm gon fye that's on my Uncle Denn

Hit that bitch in the head now he blow with the wind

Bitch I don't got no friends

I'm really bout pape need the front and the backends

My bitch bend over, yeah, I beat her back in

Pray to god every night, forgive me for my sins