FR Lyrics

Watch me blow the tops up off the hinges he in view of something

Niggas selling 10 to 50 bags and think they doing something

But this shit right here get you rich you know bout moving some

Vibes out Mexico with the plug they at home doing nothing

Watch the junkie face after he hit it like he chewing some

Don't you leave the extras in that pot sticky like chewing gum

If I had 10 for everyday then I'd be moving months

Pussy ass niggas scared alone they moving by the bunch

Put my heart up in this trap my iron a go off on a compass

I ain't fighting i beat the dish and I Hit the pot with different punches

Had to slow down on the weed I get to high I'm getting different hunches

Paranoid won't let a nigga close in plus I'm always clutching

Eyes on the road play them mirrors, Glock in front and Drac in Rear

Fuck no ain't no race in here except for when we race to mills (Meals)

Race to grab the pills then grab the drank then watch DO' crack the seal

Fuck this rap i rather deal made this shit last bagged the meal

Remember them hoes laughed at us

Now hoes in our face for real

Suck this dick i hate to chill

Bitch you just want some pape for real

I know niggas hate for real

But they sweet they cake for real

Niggas bitches i can't feel

Since Reem died I gotta taste to kill

I got bros you pay to kill

Niggas groupies pay to chill

Youngest nigga in this shit

This the Mob I'm made for real

Running to the backend like this NFL make plays for real

I can't blame my bitches they just mad I'm state to state for real

Pay his bond then pay that bail

Cause Bitch i love my snakes for real

Come on lil bro don't take that pill

It's Nowadays get paid to chill

Swerving on that block for real

Making stops selling drop for real

While I shoot bro got the wheel

Lost my dawg shit got for real

Watch the junkie face after he hit it like he chewing some

Don't you leave the extras in that pot sticky like chewing gum

If I had 10 for everyday then I'd be moving months

Pussy ass niggas scared alone they moving by the bunch

Put my heart up in this trap my iron a go off on a compass

I ain't fighting i beat the dish and I Hit the pot with different punches

Had to slow down on the weed I get to high I'm getting different hunches

Paranoid won't let a nigga close in plus I'm always clutching