N.F.R

Met this lil shorty said she from Atlanta
Told her we could kick it so we took it to the Hamptons
She said she wanna chill all day and lay up in the hammock
Had to tell the bitch that's not at all what I was fucking planning

You can't do the talking
If you ain't about that action
If she wanna throw it back
Then you know that ima clap it
If we run it back
Then I'm gonna beat her back in
Then I'm digging in her purse had to get it out the Backend
I'm laughing
At these bitches

Man they thought that shit was gravy
They beg to fuck a nigga
Then they talking bout some pay me
These bitches burnt
And they talking bout come save me
Them the type I hit and then I dip cuz I get lazy
I don't got the time to be fuckin with broke lil ladies
You drive me up the wall
You needing space
This crib is spacious
Don't hate for to long
Cause you know a nigga graceful
An Angel
When I touch the mic
Niggas should be thankful

Me and my niggas gonna ride
We never gonna fall out
Every time I get a beat I slide
And then I ball out
Y'all niggas not sick for real
That's why you needed to call out
Nobody wanna hear half of the shit
That you finna squall 'bout
Remember in 2019 when a nigga had dropped out
Started rolling with Taliban
But my nigga on the block now
Yo bitch is on my cock now
Ya'll need to just stop now
Shit gonna get ugly the day I choose to fucking pop out



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Writer(s): Kai Lambert
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