NahFr Lyrics

MQ on the mix boy

Nahfr can we have a check please

Haaa

Walk a nigga down by myself

Cus I don't trust niggas

I grow up around some real niggas

I know real killers

Some niggas in they feelings on some shit that my uncle did

But every time a nigga come around they get silent

I ain't gotta flex on no hoe man she know I'm it

Every time I hit a fucking party man you know I'm lit

The hoes choosing now look I don't even gotta pick

Put ya money on yo boy

Yeah the number one draft pick

They know I'm on they ass

It's a couple niggas that I'm tryna kill

And all I don't know Meek

But I'm still tryna get me a meal

Aye do something to make me happy

When the fuck that nigga dollar bills

All these guns in the whip

Nah we ain't tryna chill

If they don't know I'm on they fuckin ass

I bet they know now

Ayy nigga fuck your block

When I see you imma let it blow

Aye Brody leaked his lo'

Hell yeah he must be extra slow

You tryna argue on the internet

I'm like nigga you an extra hoe

If it's beef let me know

You ain't got a sneak a nigga

I'm tryna hit a nigga up close

His body drop look that's a bangers

I got shot seven times

My whole body full of anger

And if you see me in all black and we beefing you in danger

You say you got a problem with me nigga aye just let me know

If your nigga love you

Then they bet not let you out that door

Talking down on my dead guys

I'm like let's go to war

I don't got to do too much shit

Just know it's on the floor

Ha nah foreal

Ha this shit on the floor nigga

Nah foreal man

Aye aye haaa

All I know is fighting

Shootin

Sirens

Tigers

Bears

I'm from the home of the lions

Yo nigga's dead

You at home cryin

Quick to dunk on a nigga

Like I'm Zion

Every time a nigga be with me you know he die

They killed him with a phone in his hand

He was live

They shot her ass too

Ohh my bad she a dike

And you don't gotta look for me nigga I'm outside

Aye Que blacked balled

How the fuck he get on

We don't like that nigga

But we still gone play his songs

I heard he got some kids

And he don't take care of his sons

Aye how he gettin' money

When he dress like a bum

That's the type of shit I hear

But I still stand on business

I fucked her and her friend

It was cold like December

I talk money to these little niggas cause I really get it

One minute he talking down

The next minute he ain't living

Ha nah foreal

Haaa nah foreal

I ain't gone lie to you niggas nah foreal

Stand on business nigga

Haaaa