FN

(DVUS Texas nigga) Aye turn that shit up mane Yuh Aye, look Uh Gave her the dick and she turned on her best friend Now I’m just a FN I don't need no gang for to feel I’m protected I got me a weapon This ain't no wedding, we shooting your best men Yo gang trash can Dressing your best when you get in that casket Well y’all gone be dressing Gave her the dick and she turned on her best friend Now I’m just a FN I don't need no gang for to feel I’m protected I got me a weapon This ain't no wedding, we shooting your best men Yo gang trash can Dressing your best when you get in that casket Well y’all gone be dressing Hit from the back and she say I’m aggressive Smack down WWE RAW Wrestling She know I’m cute and she say I’m a blessing She know I more and her ex nigga less than She don't got nothing on, she sexy Go to your city, I don’t gotta check in Keep me a pistol for bitch niggas pressing This 40 reverse him he best get to stepping Put her face in the pillow and yours in the dirt I'ma pop me a nigga, I don't pop no perks If he run up on me, get his bitch ass merked Yeah I’m fucking his bitch, now his bitch ass hurt Breaking her back, like Rihanna I work And she ruined my t-shirt, I’m making her squirt We got them niggas who always be ready We live about that action ain't got to rehearse Choppa gonna hit him, make him do the shimmy Turn him to a dancer like he work at Magic City F*ck from the front and she singing like Whitney Bitch I’m gone ball, like '07 Britney Shots at your cranium, damage your memory She think handsome, I’m know that she digging me My dick hard I know that she feeling me Hit from the back, she like "Corde' your killing me" Gave her the dick and she turned on her best friend Now I’m just a FN I don't need no gang for to feel I’m protected I got me a weapon This ain't no wedding, we shooting your best men Yo gang trash can Dressing your best when you get in that casket Well y’all gone be dressing Gave her the dick and she turned on her best friend Now I’m just a FN I don't need no gang for to feel I’m protected I got me a weapon This ain't no wedding, we shooting your best men Yo gang trash can Dressing your best when you get in that casket Well y’all gone be dressing