FnF (feat. ShounFrm74)

If that nigga C-R-I-P, I'ma make that nigga bleed
Homicide detectives, gon' be scared of what they finna see
Derrick Henry, walk that nigga down up in Tennessee
Know my bitch a killer, she get violent off that Hennessy

Got his girl cryin' while he dyin', screamin' R.I.P
Know my shit exotic, niggas smoke it, they look Chinese
He just turned 18, niggas killed him with that 19
Heard your momma grievin', tell that bitch I hope she find peace

R.I.P. them billboards, fuck a T-shirt
Send him to the moon like that nigga up on DreamWorks
Like to play with opps, when I kill it, make it sting first
Rule number one, don't leave that body till it bleed first

Know that nigga soft bitch, that's why he net bangin
You been this and that, switchin' up, what you really claim
Put you on the news with no clues, now you really famous
The way that nigga die, look like Kool-Aid on that city pavement

Oh he think he popped off, knock that nigga top off
That's a dirty k, so that stick need a washcloth
I can't pop no percs when I slide, cause I nod off
Hit him for a serve, but we killed him at the drop off
Top off, fuck

Yeah, you already know who it is, Big 74
Yeah
Ready for this shit

Niggas know I'm big, GD to the end
Catch a BD on sight, niggas know they ain't on shit
Nigga know me, trappin' through the whole city
Lurkin' for a opp, seen him outside, put the scope to his dome

Watch the nigga die just like that, put the nigga in the grave
Watch his whole family cry, then they can die
Put them on a tie-dye, folks time, need a dime
Bitch, I don't got the time, bitches always on my mind

Fuck the bitch, and dash, get the Uber
Then me and my niggas get all the cash
Fuck a bitch, then I nut on her ass
Niggas actin' gangsta on that PS5



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Writer(s): Tysaiah Jones
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