FR Lyrics

Okay, big truck, heavy load, I ran over my sin fr, okay

Epho got a halo, that's all glory to him fr, okay

I'm on my father's payroll, ain't worried bout a thing fr, okay

Demon pullin' up, we put in work like Jackie Chan fr, okay

Bible blicky, tuck, it's really tough, it really sang fr, okay

Jesus name, I rep, I lift it high, I let it hang fr, okay

Walkin' with the Lord, ain't no facade, I do this thing fr, okay

I got my point of view, y'all see my VOD like it's a game fr, okay

Hop out in traffic, preach to anybody, hop out gang fr, okay

DKG, we on the map, we on top of the game fr

Hide your quarters, cause the church is coming, we comin' for change fr

God got me joyous, I feel like Pharrell, a happy day fr

Black Hawk, assigned seats, God Sit in the front

I got Jesus in my whip, I'm sorry, but I don't mean to flaunt

Epho covered in the blood, I don't need no Saint Laurent

Holy armor on my body, I look holy when I strut, okay

Shawty say I'm fine, but she got juicy on her butt, okay

Sorry, baby, ain't no way that you could be the one

Okay, I only go to Jesus clubs, ain't no throwin ones

Bible blicky, like a can of Sprite, the way it got a punch

I need someone that I can spread the word with, I ain't tryna hunch

See my faith, it got some flavor to it, like a Nestle crunch