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FRFR Lyrics
Artist: Weight of the World
FRFR Lyrics
FRFR by Weight of the World
Talking 'bout what they gon' do to me
Salute me or shoot me
Big homie Crip like Tookie
New Jack, used to serve Pookie
Used to pop sh*t like Dookie
Shootin' that Uzi, I toe tag for real
Play pussy, get f**ked like Vagi-Seal
I'm in my bag for real
Watch out for niggas that envy
They'll take you down for a penny
These niggas mean muggin', hate that I'm thuggin'
I walk around with my semi (Semi)
I was in the trap like Gucci (Gucci)
Sold more bags than Gucci (Gucci)
I'm in my bag like Balenciaga
Swangin' and splashin', I drip designer
Bought a new Draco chopper
Had a dream 'bout killin' my partner
Niggas be fake, gotta watch 'em (Watch 'em)
Smillin' in your face, they plottin' (Plottin')
Niggas be jank, try to rob you (Rob)
Niggas so snake, they'll f**k around and pop you
Niggas be pocket watchin'
So you gotta keep a pocket rocket
I'ma buy me an opp, go shoppin' (How much?)
Two bands'll get me a body (Body)
One band'll get me a body (Body)
Five hundred'll get me a body (How come?)
Nowadays I ain't gotta spend money
Young crash dummies, they'll kill anybody
These niggas so goofy
Talking 'bout what they gon' do to me
Salute me or shoot me
Big homie Crip like Tookie (Woah)
New Jack, used to serve Pookie (Woah-woah)
Used to pop sh*t like Dookie
Shootin' that Uzi, I toe tag for real
Play pussy, get f**ked like Vagi-Seal
I'm in my bag for real (Man, what?)
Used to move bags for real
Double my money, I stack and chill
Double my cup and vacuum seals
Used to move dope and packs for real
Used to cook coke, sell crack for real
Run off with packs, I Jack & Jill
Niggas, lay 'em down, I used to slang iron
I stayed on my grind and signed a deal
Watch out for niggas that envy
They'll take you down for a penny
Broke and bummy, them people'll leave you
Start makin' money, the same people need you
I was dead broke, no joke (No joke)
Movin' that dope with the Locs (Uh-huh)
Had to break bread, still fed my folks (My folks)
How can you blame a nigga?
They say money gon' change a nigga
Eatin' my pasta, steak and lobster (Lobster)
Persona my posture, my etiquette proper, flip 'em and drop 'em (Woah, woah)
Convertible top and it came with the chopper
Write me a script and I go to the doctor
Used to serve J's, like I worked at Foot Locker
All off the grams, never did scams
Pull up the Chase and withdraw a deposit
Niggas be pocket watchin' (I know)
So you gotta keep pocket rockets
I'ma buy me an opp, go shoppin' (How much?)
2K'll get me a body (Body)
1K'll get me a body (Body)
I don't gotta pay nobody
Salute me or shoot me
Big homie Crip like Tookie (Woah)
New Jack, used to serve Pookie (Woah-woah)
Used to pop sh*t like Dookie (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shootin' that Uzi, I toe tag for real
Play pussy, get f**ked like Vagi-Seal
I'm in my bag for real (Man, what?)
Used to move bag for real
Double my money, I stack and chill
Double my cup and vacuum seals
Used to move dope and packs for real
Used to cook coke, sell crack for real
Run off with packs, I Jack & Jill
Niggas, lay 'em down, I used to slang iron
I stayed on my grind and signed a deal
Watch out for niggas that envy
They'll take you down for a penny
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