FR Lyrics

G

Just made a mili

Now they wanna see me

Prada , Gucci , Fendi

Giving em to Wendy

Chillin with gang in the rarri

Yeah your bitch stopped calling

I came I saw i conquered

She thought she caught me off guard

I love to win

They wanna join the team

Puff puff and pass that shit

Nah nah don't hold that shit

Wasup

With all the sneak dissin

Miss me with that or get missing

Damn men

These niggas be lame as hell

Wrong move

We see your red blood cell

I hate a bitch that talks too much

You can never see me with such

I had to switch up last minute

Found out

She was a counterfeit

Free the gang

And all dem members too

The oppers

Know better not to play with you

Never forget why you started

You can't afford now to be

Faint - hearted

This shit don't come easy Fr

That's why

We don't give a fuck how you feel

Watch out

For all the rats and snakes

Don't want

No one around me fake

If I took your bitch

My apology

Now you really know

She's for the streets

Fresh off the jet it's Giddy G

Hide your bitches

Or watch em cheat