Tag: FN


Tory Lanez – D.N.D. Lyrics


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[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, bitch
Brrah, headcrack

[Chorus]
Do not disturb me
Know you thirsty ass bitches gon’ be thirsty
Know you hatin’ ass niggas wanna murk me
All of my exes don’t deserve me
Curve them same way them bitches curved me

[Verse 1]
Red and purple, Vince Carter on the jersey
Keep a bad lil’ mamacita lookin’ curvy
My 40 Glock Milly Rockin’ it’s movin’ sturdy
If she ain’t fuckin’ me proper, I do her dirty
‘Bout to fuck this older chick, she in her thirties
Keep an FN and a stick for every journey
You want this dick, lil’ mama, you gotta earn it
Phone airplane mode, don’t disturb me
Walkin’ Birkin then I’m telling my lil’ bitch to ball
All that low money budget shit turn my bitches off
She got a taste of the sauce, look how it drip, baby
She see a young nigga ballin’

[Chorus]
Do not disturb me
Know you thirsty ass bitches gon’ be thirsty
Know you hatin’ ass niggas wanna murk me
All of my exes don’t deserve me
Curve them same way them bitches curved me

[Verse 2]
And you heard me
Took my style and now you need to reimburse me
I see the police, they wanna serve me
But none of that fuck shit don’t concern me
Go ‘head, drop that ass, pop the tag
The bag Chanel, she got to brag
She got a man, she cuffed, my bad
She let me touch it, lil’ Tory lucky, ayy
Lambo doors, gave ’em no mercy
She don’t smoke with me, but she take a Perky
I’m ’bout to wax, lil’ mama, my vision blurry
Phone airplane mode, do not disturb

[Chorus]
Do not disturb me
Know you thirsty ass bitches gon’ be thirsty
Know you hatin’ ass niggas wanna murk me
All of my exes don’t deserve me
Curve them same way them bitches curved me


Marlo – About That Action Lyrics (feat. Rylo)


[Intro: Marlo]
Run that money counter baby
Cold cold world in the game
It’s a cold cold world in this game
It’s a cold cold world in this game
Boy Marioo go the f**k crazy

[Chorus: Marlo]
Sleepin’ with my MAC-10, I’m creepin’ with my FN
It’s a cold world and a dirty game so niggas done got me back in
When the pack in, no relaxin’
When them birds flyin’, play action
Know some young niggas get drastic with that plastic
They don’t know none’ but the Illmatic
That lil bastard, that lil boy there went ghost, I guess he Casper
Nigga took out Marlo’s soul and then I laughed
And then I press a green button, then I whack ’em
Lil Marlo ’bout that action, get to blastin’
Nigga told you PFK, we ’bout that action

[Verse 1: Marlo]
Havin’ shootouts in broad days with them K’s
Still ridin’ around with that Drake
Ain’t no legs shootin’, we shootin’ at niggas’ face
And that dope bowl gave a nigga the code to riches
And I don’t trust nan’ nigga and f**k these bitches
f**k that shit, I ran up digits
And me and Baby boy still runnin’ around and we gettin’ it
And when I look in my stashbox I see plenty
And flippin’ shit, I really did it
Still sittin’ in traffic waitin’ on a phone call
I know if the walls could talk I’d be behind bars
So f**k this shit, I broke the law
I was swinging them sticks just like Top Dog
Tryna knock your top off for all that flodgin’
Got a bad bitch with a good mouth
And I don’t trust the street no more ’cause niggas creepin’
I been stickin’ to the code with all my people
So these niggas got me

[Chorus: Marlo]
Sleepin’ with my MAC-10, I’m creepin’ with my FN
It’s a cold world and a dirty game so niggas done got me back in
When the pack in, no relaxin’
When them birds flyin’, play action
Know some young niggas get drastic with that plastic
They don’t know none’ but the Illmatic
That lil bastard, that lil boy there went ghost, I guess he Casper
Nigga took out Marlo’s soul and then I laughed
And then I press a green button, then I whack ’em
Lil Marlo ’bout that action, get to blastin’
Nigga told you PFK, we ’bout that action

[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
I’m married to the FN, that MAC-11 my best friend
I pull up on the side, give it to ’em
Ain’t no hesitation when it comes to the gang
You know I’m pullin’ up sideways, bust a nigga’s brain
‘Bout my brother Marlo, niggas know it’s trouble
I pull up sideways, hit him with the double
All these pain pills got me nauseous, all I know is play for keeps
You gotta stack your bread up when you in these streets
Every nigga gotta

[Chorus: Marlo]
Sleepin’ with my MAC-10, I’m creepin’ with my FN
It’s a cold world and a dirty game so niggas done got me back in
When the pack in, no relaxin’
When them birds flyin’, play action
Know some young niggas get drastic with that plastic
They don’t know none’ but the Illmatic
That lil bastard, that lil boy there went ghost, I guess he Casper
Nigga took out Marlo’s soul and then I laughed
And then I press a green button, then I whack ’em
Lil Marlo ’bout that action, get to blastin’
Nigga told you PFK, we ’bout that action


G Herbo – By Any Means Lyrics (feat. 21 Savage)


[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Uh, I used to be trippin’ like a motherf**ker, uh
That’s ’cause I ain’t listen to a motherf**ker
Used to take a Crush and pour a six up in that motherf**ker
Ran it up and now I’m richer than a motherf**ker
And I’m glistenin’ like a motherf**ker (Motherf**ker)
I say f**k ’em all, ’cause they don’t got no love for us (They don’t got no love for us)
We way up top, I don’t see nobody but God above us (Uh)
Get so high, I feel like I’m in the stars
Matter fact, pull a Wraith out the garage
I just might f**k around, buy eight cars
Know it’s gon’ only be one I’ma drive
I’m the one who made me everything I’ma be
Chose my road like the Wizard of Oz
Pop out, I look like a blizzard, my God
Look at my neck and my wrist, oh my God
This all the shit I worked hard and I prayed for
Know I deserve it, that’s word to Yah
Love all my fans, and that’s word to y’all
Twenty a verse, yeah, you heard the ball
Been stackin’ and grindin’ and stackin’ and grindin’ and stackin’ and grindin’ ’til somethin’ tell me, “Herb, just ball”
Ten thousand ones in the VIP, watch it fall
Ain’t gon’ see only me shine, watch us all
No, I ain’t here all the time, but they still show me love
So this bitch on my hip, watch your dawg
Ain’t with that drunk shit, we ain’t come to brawl
Aww, you know lil’ bro lettin’ it off
Really it took me to stop him to keep him from droppin’ you
Should’ve just let him get off
Bitch, I go hard in the paint, but I still’ll pop out, start shootin’, I’m Steph and Gasol
They tryna copy my swag but they can’t keep up, they just gettin’ what’s left of the sauce
They like, “Damn, Swervo, what the f**k? Why you keep switchin’ up?”
Ayy, I’m the king ’round this bitch, listen up (Listen up)
And it cost nothin’ to get you hit up (Hit up)
Get a nigga crib lit up (Up)
Walk up, hit his rib and up (Up)
Two to the head, he shakin’, he checkin’, they want you to live, get up
That’s the shit I live, it’s nuts (It’s nuts)
I’m alive ’cause I don’t give a f**k (f**k)
You tryna slide, it’s nothin’
I seen homicide, it’s nothin’, they said they outside, he stuntin’
It’s 4:30 somethin’, he on Live, but bitch, we been ridin’ since one
And we gon’ ride as one, we all goin’ down as one
Got three thirty clips, that’s a hundred
Cops had me, I ain’t say nothin’
Told ’em to suck it, f**k ’em
Still in this shit, I ain’t duckin’
Worth too many millions
Foenem say get from around here, you trippin’, you buggin’
I’m just so used to thuggin’
Grip in this bitch, I’ma buck ’em
Up with the ball, I’ma truck ’em
I gotta ball like the Rucker
Game on the line, I’ma snug ’em, f**k ’em
Guess I’m a by-any-means type of motherf**ker

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
We not in a frat, but we step (21)
I got more stripes than a ref (On God)
The police behind me, I left (Straight up)
I’m runnin’ ’til I’m out of breath (On God)
I told ’em I needed some help (21)
They looked at me like they was deaf (On God)
We tried to be like BMF (Straight up)
But niggas was all for theyself (On God)
You get extorted for playin’ tough
Nigga, no cap, I was on the move, shots went off and my Glock had jammed up
We ain’t even makin’ no R.I.P. post ’til we come hit a couple y’all mans up
I don’t even bring my niggas ’round rappers, I know they gon’ f**k my face up
Know all my niggas gon’ take somethin’
Say that you a dog, nigga, shake somethin’ (21)
Broad daylight, nigga, face somethin’ (Straight up)
f**k school, we was in the hood tryna make somethin’, you was with a bitch tryna cake somethin’ (On God)
Fix my plate, bet I ate somethin’, you was lookin’ for a reason so that you can hate somethin’ (21)
You can’t keep all of that shit bottled in, I wish your lil’ pussy ass say somethin’ (Pussy)
He did, we slid (Skrrt)
We don’t give a f**k ’bout your kid (On God)
My brother like Glocks and FN’s, but Savage gon’ keep him a SIG (No cap)
The coroner thought he had a lacefront on, the way this Draco split his wig (Straight up)
You a baby when it come to this gangster shit, somebody get this nigga a bib, pussy

[Outro: 21 Savage]
Pussy
Pussy
Pussy
Pussy, pussy
Pussy
You little pussy