Future - F&N lyrics
Future [Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Future - F&N lyrics]
808 Mafia fuck around
Parked the 'Vette and didn't even
Get back in it aTL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Redbone bitch, yeah, like Hi Tech, yeah
How do I dress? yeah, like my flesh, yeah
Soon as I roll up, put my doors up
Go'n head, pour up, rolled a few O's up
Let's go
Four by four, that tall shit, let's go
I jumped in a Spider with a tall bitch
Let's go
I told 'em we good out in Baghdad, let's go
I'm Frank Lucas and Mad Max, let's go
I'm high from yesterday
Put 'em on bean, yeah, put
'em on all the schemes, yeah
Put 'em on lean, yeah, they
Whippin' them new machines, yeah
By any means, yeah, we gotta
Clear out the scene, yeah
I just took an AK to a dinner date
I just put some VVs in a Richard face
And the presidential is a day date
Hit 'em with that chopper first, Ray J
I'm a well-known nuisance and my bitch bad
Pop one Perc', then you lean like kickstand
Skeleton AP, that's a wristband
All these niggas shaky, might as well dance
I don't trust him, we gon' dust him
That's on Taliban big foreign truck
It's lift up like an avalanche
I'll teach you how to finesse
For some big bands
I got so many white bitches, Ku Klux Klan
I come with the pharmacy, come with
The yopper, no harmin' me, no, no
Put a lil' hit on your head
They comin' to get you
They slicin' your throat
Put a lil' bitch in the
Bed, we goin' digital, wipin' her nose
MOH, money over hoes
I got that H in front of the lil' boat
Got dog food and it's for the low
I'm with thoroughbred standin' at the store
In expensive threads, head to the floor
I know they talkin' shit
'cause they some hoes
You know them FN bullets go through doors
F&n (f&n) , f&n (f&n) f&n-f&-f&-f&-f&
F&-F&N (F&N) f&n (f&n) , f&n (f&n) f&N (F&N)
Homicide for the brodie
You beat a body, get a Rollie
We don't entertain no police
I'm certified with my dodie
They would catch hell 'bout woadie
Got a bigger scale for the dodie
I done met friends in Dolce
We done met up and chopped it
Up on some cool shit, uh
Only time my slime talk murder's
On the cruise ships, uh
Got that cutter and it's longer
Than a pool stick, uh
Straight face, no dates, I'm a heavyweight
I ain't even gotta tell my dawgs
To keep one in the chamber
Ready to take it off your shoulder
Frustration and anger
Yeah, they get it, don't approach us
Fuck bein' famous long as I got my let's go
F&n (f&n) , f&n (f&n)
These bullets, they be goin' through doors
Drop low, get down on the floor young nigga
They gon' 'head and wipe your nose
F&n (f&n) , f&n (f&n) f&n (f&n) , f&n (f&n)
F&n (f&) , f&n (f&n) f&n (f&) , f&n (f&n)
Parked the 'Vette and didn't even
Get back in it aTL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Redbone bitch, yeah, like Hi Tech, yeah
How do I dress? yeah, like my flesh, yeah
Soon as I roll up, put my doors up
Go'n head, pour up, rolled a few O's up
Let's go
Four by four, that tall shit, let's go
I jumped in a Spider with a tall bitch
Let's go
I told 'em we good out in Baghdad, let's go
I'm Frank Lucas and Mad Max, let's go
I'm high from yesterday
Put 'em on bean, yeah, put
'em on all the schemes, yeah
Put 'em on lean, yeah, they
Whippin' them new machines, yeah
By any means, yeah, we gotta
Clear out the scene, yeah
I just took an AK to a dinner date
I just put some VVs in a Richard face
And the presidential is a day date
Hit 'em with that chopper first, Ray J
I'm a well-known nuisance and my bitch bad
Pop one Perc', then you lean like kickstand
Skeleton AP, that's a wristband
All these niggas shaky, might as well dance
I don't trust him, we gon' dust him
That's on Taliban big foreign truck
It's lift up like an avalanche
I'll teach you how to finesse
For some big bands
I got so many white bitches, Ku Klux Klan
I come with the pharmacy, come with
The yopper, no harmin' me, no, no
Put a lil' hit on your head
They comin' to get you
They slicin' your throat
Put a lil' bitch in the
Bed, we goin' digital, wipin' her nose
MOH, money over hoes
I got that H in front of the lil' boat
Got dog food and it's for the low
I'm with thoroughbred standin' at the store
In expensive threads, head to the floor
I know they talkin' shit
'cause they some hoes
You know them FN bullets go through doors
F&n (f&n) , f&n (f&n) f&n-f&-f&-f&-f&
F&-F&N (F&N) f&n (f&n) , f&n (f&n) f&N (F&N)
Homicide for the brodie
You beat a body, get a Rollie
We don't entertain no police
I'm certified with my dodie
They would catch hell 'bout woadie
Got a bigger scale for the dodie
I done met friends in Dolce
We done met up and chopped it
Up on some cool shit, uh
Only time my slime talk murder's
On the cruise ships, uh
Got that cutter and it's longer
Than a pool stick, uh
Straight face, no dates, I'm a heavyweight
I ain't even gotta tell my dawgs
To keep one in the chamber
Ready to take it off your shoulder
Frustration and anger
Yeah, they get it, don't approach us
Fuck bein' famous long as I got my let's go
F&n (f&n) , f&n (f&n)
These bullets, they be goin' through doors
Drop low, get down on the floor young nigga
They gon' 'head and wipe your nose
F&n (f&n) , f&n (f&n) f&n (f&n) , f&n (f&n)
F&n (f&) , f&n (f&n) f&n (f&) , f&n (f&n)