F&N Lyrics

What you heard, might just pull up on the curb with that F&N

Pressure hit, wipe em like a germ when we step on him

Never miss, we gon get you murked when we spin the bend

Extra clips, put that bitch to work anytime we slid

Got that work make it twerk watch me buss down the pack

What's the word bullets burn when they touching your back

I be clutching on that cutter get to bussin' ain't no cap

If it's up there get you touched for a couple of racks

Bitch you know what time it is

We had to workout with them blocks cus we just tryna live

Picture perfect wit that Glock your future kinda grim

I'm a leave it up to god I ain't got time to forgive we want revenge

We gon aim that made his brain splat

We got booku 40 cals bring em where you hang at

When we catch em walk em down pull up and we bang that

How you stepping but you capping how you get your chain snatched

Yeah, you know what the business is, we gon get it clear

You know when we spin the bend, We gon get em killed

All about the Benjamins, we gon send a drill

Savage mic be cold as a fridge, bet you get the chills

Bitch it's mandown, whip the block wit that cutta

Never standing down, you gon have to pop me lil busta

Keep the Glock it know karate got it hot as an oven

Bitch you know I run the city it is not for discussion

(Get to bussing)

What you heard, might just pull up on the curb with that F&N

Pressure hit, wipe em like a germ when we step on him

Never miss, we gon get you murked when we spin the bend

Extra clips, put that bitch to work anytime we slid

Got that work make it twerk watch me buss down the pack

What's the word bullets burn when they touching your back

I be clutching on that cutter get to bussin' ain't no cap

If it's up there get you touched for a couple of racks