Lyrics to ARs & FNs
Brr, boaw, boaw
Fuck these niggas on, man?
Ain't gotta tweak with me
I don't know, bitch
AR's and FN's
Shawty want me but I want her best friend
Why do he keep textin'? I'm off X and shit
Fuck up all my messages, I'm not with all that extra shit
Foenem stretchin' shit, he might run fast but lil' folks catch and shit
AR's and FN's
Shawty want me but I want her best friend
Why do he keep textin'? I'm off X and shit
Fuck up all my messages, I'm not with all that extra shit
Foenem stretchin' shit, he might run fast but lil' folks catch and shit
On his ass, don't play with him
Passin' Drac's like a test and shit
He run away, stretch his back like off Ricky or off exorcist
Told him don't think too hard, just blow like Runtz and shit
Codeine in my piss, Percocets [?] my aim, when I shoot, I don't miss
Them 30's have me pissed off, let that blick talk
High as shit, might lift off
Ooh, what he said? Ain't his homie dead? He don't tote sticks at all
I'ma pop X's and Adderall, this shit don't mix at all
We the ones kick it off, we the ones start shit for no reason
Not at all, but if I ball, they ball
I can't tote no blicks at all right now but I can still make that call
You showin' way too much right now, baby girl, take that off
079 King Drive, that's where my bros reside
Fuck the opps, they hoes inside
My jewelry on, I'm cold inside
Damn, he told I lied, tell that boy be quiet
I ain't gotta say too much, just open up your fuckin' eyes
Tell me what gang you touch when next time you slide
They say your dead mans in they dutch when you get in your get backs
Money Maker [?], that should be me my name
Your big homie straight a bitch, bet you still gon' wear his chain
Umm, bullets flyin', once he step across that line
Ain't your niggas dyin'? One by one and two by two sometimes
Why you tweak with us when we the ones been runnin' through your guys?
Catch him in traffic, ask him, "Where the guns you use on live?"
Ooh, why you playin'?
Would say your lil' homie name, but shit, lil' buddy dead
And I can't afford to go fed, uh
Bitch, you made you bet, I wanna slide myself
But since I learned to drop that bread, I get beside myself, uh, uh
AR's and FN's
Shawty want me but I want her best friend
Why do he keep textin'? I'm off X and shit
Fuck up all my messages, I'm not with all that extra shit
Foenem stretchin' shit, he might run fast but lil' folks catch and shit
AR's and FN's
Shawty want me but I want her best friend
Why do he keep textin'? I'm off X and shit
Fuck up all my messages, I'm not with all that extra shit
Foenem stretchin' shit, he might run fast but lil' folks catch and shit
And FN's
I want her best friend
Why do he keep texting? I'm off X and shit
All my messages, extra shit
Fuck these niggas on, man?
Ain't gotta tweak with me
I don't know, bitch
AR's and FN's
Shawty want me but I want her best friend
Why do he keep textin'? I'm off X and shit
Fuck up all my messages, I'm not with all that extra shit
Foenem stretchin' shit, he might run fast but lil' folks catch and shit
AR's and FN's
Shawty want me but I want her best friend
Why do he keep textin'? I'm off X and shit
Fuck up all my messages, I'm not with all that extra shit
Foenem stretchin' shit, he might run fast but lil' folks catch and shit
On his ass, don't play with him
Passin' Drac's like a test and shit
He run away, stretch his back like off Ricky or off exorcist
Told him don't think too hard, just blow like Runtz and shit
Codeine in my piss, Percocets [?] my aim, when I shoot, I don't miss
Them 30's have me pissed off, let that blick talk
High as shit, might lift off
Ooh, what he said? Ain't his homie dead? He don't tote sticks at all
I'ma pop X's and Adderall, this shit don't mix at all
We the ones kick it off, we the ones start shit for no reason
Not at all, but if I ball, they ball
I can't tote no blicks at all right now but I can still make that call
You showin' way too much right now, baby girl, take that off
079 King Drive, that's where my bros reside
Fuck the opps, they hoes inside
My jewelry on, I'm cold inside
Damn, he told I lied, tell that boy be quiet
I ain't gotta say too much, just open up your fuckin' eyes
Tell me what gang you touch when next time you slide
They say your dead mans in they dutch when you get in your get backs
Money Maker [?], that should be me my name
Your big homie straight a bitch, bet you still gon' wear his chain
Umm, bullets flyin', once he step across that line
Ain't your niggas dyin'? One by one and two by two sometimes
Why you tweak with us when we the ones been runnin' through your guys?
Catch him in traffic, ask him, "Where the guns you use on live?"
Ooh, why you playin'?
Would say your lil' homie name, but shit, lil' buddy dead
And I can't afford to go fed, uh
Bitch, you made you bet, I wanna slide myself
But since I learned to drop that bread, I get beside myself, uh, uh
AR's and FN's
Shawty want me but I want her best friend
Why do he keep textin'? I'm off X and shit
Fuck up all my messages, I'm not with all that extra shit
Foenem stretchin' shit, he might run fast but lil' folks catch and shit
AR's and FN's
Shawty want me but I want her best friend
Why do he keep textin'? I'm off X and shit
Fuck up all my messages, I'm not with all that extra shit
Foenem stretchin' shit, he might run fast but lil' folks catch and shit
And FN's
I want her best friend
Why do he keep texting? I'm off X and shit
All my messages, extra shit
