FWM Lyrics

Micheal Jackson Thriller

I hang with them members

Prada, Gucci killers they gone crash out for a fit

I can't move in silence I got cash cow on the wrist

I can't make her wifey

She just suck all on the dick

I'm like come here what you need baby?

Fuck with me baby

Tell me what you need baby

What you want from me baby?

Cus I'ma just keep on couting up

This shit ain't cheap baby

And all these niggas be mad as fuck they can't be me baby

FN on my side of town

Choppa shot 200 rounds

Leave a nigga lost and found

He talk when the cops around

I had spent way too much on my fit I had to tone it down

I had spent way too much on my bitch I had to

I had to turn it up

Call up KK burn it up

Got the party turnt as fuck

I think they gone murder us

Always tryna murder sum

Think they made the purge for us

Catch these niggas burn em up

I don't got no words for them

Like a sour patch kid bitch I'm sour

Me and this lil bitch been fucking for hours

I'm tryna tackle the pussy devour

Head in the car

Head in the shower

Ain't tryna give a young nigga his flowers

Hoe ahh bih wanna fuck right now

Give me that shit I'm so up right now

She gone suck my dick if I cuff right now

I'm like come here what you need baby?

Fuck with me baby

Tell me what you need baby

What you want from me baby?

Cus I'ma just keep on couting up

This shit ain't cheap baby

And all these niggas be mad as fuck they can't be me baby

FN on my side of town

Choppa shot 200 rounds

Leave a nigga lost and found

He talk when the cops around

I had spent way too much on my fit I had to tone it down

I had spent way too much on my bitch I had to

I had to turn it up

Call up KK burn it up

Got the party turnt as fuck

I think they gone murder us

Always tryna murder sum

Think they made the purge for us

Catch these niggas burn em up

I don't got no words for them

Like a sour patch kid bitch I'm sour

Me and this lil bitch been fucking for hours