FWM ft. FN Code Lyrics

Huh, got some people pressing bout my passsion

Niggas thinking that I'm average

If a nigga got a problem fuck him, send that nigga a basket

With john doe middle finger standing up erected

If a nigga got a problem, fuck it we could get it settled, uh

Beef get cooked. Niggas sing like tea kettles

Any one of you niggas participating get the metal

When these niggas go missing, these bitches get sentimental

He said he didn't want beef, I guess I didn't get the memo

She said that nigga a beast. We coming straight from the East

I leave that pussy deceased, when we hitting the bedroom (Code)

I leave them fatigued. Weak in the knees

My sneaks, they got creases from walking on beats

Talking to me? Better be dinero, better dot your i's. You better cross your t's

If a nigga don't like me, fine by me

I dream in color like tie-dye t's

One punch like Mike Tyson, when a nigga see red find my Visine