FRFR (Freestyle) ft. YCM MAC Lyrics

If I cut you off, then you probably handed me the scissors, yeah

Cartier, bust out the boogers

Bout them Benjamins, so call me young book'em

I keep a bad hoe, no hooker I count up a roll in your face like ya stupid

How you call him yo twin yall, like Minnie and Goofy

Baby, give me your head while I'm watchin' the movie

Get that bag every Monday and turn up on Tuesday

then smoke me a pack while I'm watchin' the gooney

(Bitch if I)

Take a L, I'ma get it back

She say I'm a dog, that's facts

Big bad wolf, got it bustin' out the trap

Okay, okay, okay

Yeah, say she in love, what's that

Ay, niggas be pussy like Cat in the Hat

And all for that pussy, they cappin' for that

Smashin' that bitch when I cut, I do damage

Call me Young Big bandit Rari the bandit

Gotta stay with that fire, yeah, I do recommend it

No Condoning , no ratting, I don't recommend it

If I dive in that pussy, I'm drownin' off in it

Niggas be hating ', that's why they offended

Know I Stay in that 5% window, that's tinned

Tryna count up some millions whenever I get it

Young Rari and Mac on the track, so let's get it

Flexin' on niggas, but I don't do fitness

I'm countin' these racks when I'm mindin' my business

I'm smack' from the back every time that I hit it

I pour a lil' 4 in my Sprite, now I'm leanin

Whip off the lot in a hellcat or demons

All this money on me, probably why they be creepin

New Louboutins when I'm walkin', I'm bleedin

I told that lil' bitch, go and bring me a rack

Ain't nothin' I lost, but I'm makin' it back

No cappin' involved , no I don't wear a hat

Is your daddy a mouse then that make you a rat

Bankroll in my pocket is fat, that's a fact

Like the 80s, I get this bitch crackin' like crack

I can upgrade a bitch and put her on the map

I just walked on this bitch like I ran me a lap

New Patek on my wrist from my jewelry

Put a VVS chain on my shooter

Like the smartest to do it, I fucked on my tutor

I tell your bitch that I need that medulla

Nah for real, bitch, I need me some head

And what's in my pocket? That's chicken and bread

Steak and ' that lobster with benedict eggs

I tell my partner to get him instead

I tell lil' Rari, let's get it, I got it

Niggas try watchin' what I put in my pocket

I keep me a stick on the side of my pocket

I hang with them goons and I be with them goblins

Don't say shit, lil' nigga, I'll pop him

Smack Batman if he thinkin' he robin these Amari jeans lil nigga not robins

I ain't talkin' bubblegum, but a young nigga poppin

For real, for real, I know some niggas that kill

And kill to steal, and hang in the field, for real

These niggas trained to kill, they drained the blood

Out your veins with stainless steel

Pop a Perk , ease the pain, for real

This Lil' Hoe that I fuck, scream my name, for real

Blow the top off the coupe, it's like brains, for real

If I cut you off, then you probably handed me the scissors, yeah

Cartier, bust out the boogers

bout them Benjamins, so call me young book'em

I keep a bad hoe, no hooker I count up a roll in your face like ya stupid

How you call him yo twin yall, like Minnie and Goofy

Baby, give me your head while I'm watchin' the movie

Get that bag every Monday and turn up on Tuesday

then smoke me a pack while I'm watchin' the gooney

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