Fr Lyrics
[Intro]
What you mean switchin' up? This how I'm gettin' paid still
My lil' nigga caught on one, now he geeked up off that kill
And if I let you sit behind me, I must love you for real
For real, for real, for real
[Verse 1]
Wakin' up on my momma couch, lookin' for a plug just to end the drought
Reggie pounds, they was on the time, I shot you down, keep an half an ounce
Just a little somethin' to smoke with a hoe, I was dead broke, she couldn't tell though
Wearin' my nigga shoes and my cousin clothes but that was way before
Checks hittin' that, bitches hittin' back
I'm against myself, goin' tit for tat
Window walk the hoes, havin' flash backs
Baby bottle full, not with Similac
Ain't no sense in tryna clear it up
Let 'em feel how they wanna feel
When the grief came though (Yeah), they tryna say we got that brother killed (This shit crazy)
I'm trendin' now
Been workin' like it's the beginnin' now
I'll kill you with the truth before I lie
And if you want smoke, we blow that fire
How you gangsta but a humble guy?
'Cause I'm still tryna catch my blessings
Big stepper, I keep my weapon
I don't remember the last time I left it
Look at me, they see a threat
Look at me, they see a check
Guess that's how they greet a nigga
Learnin' from the internet
All them kids, baby momma drama
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Can't judge a book by its cover
How you know me, you ain't got my number?
Five years, still no fumble
[Chorus]
What you mean switchin' up? This how I'm gettin' paid still
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