Naw fr lyrics

[Intro: Lil Rae]
Ayy
Ayy f*ck all these n*ggas, man, f*ck all these hoes, man
If you got a problem with me, then
You better do somethin' 'cause y'all know what the f*ck goin' on
I'ma tell y'all the truth and I'ma expose everybody

[Verse 1: Lil Rae]
That f*ck n*gga mentioned my dad, but it's all cool, put Rell in a blunt
I got a thick lil' ho just set a n*gga up, gon' give me the drop when she done
Five hundred shots if you play with Lil Mon
I'm rockin' out, I put that on my son
I was just sittin' in jail with a high-ass bail, had a 250K bond
Smokin' Cam, sh*t got me fried
Chino, didn't you get popped? Boy, you better be happy you still alive
Bumped into some opps inside the county, them boys was terrified
And I got two blicks on the first day, them boys cannot say I'm lyin'
I was a young n*gga thuggin', since 2019, had a blick
I wasn't gon' mention Rell name, but bruh took it overboard, so f*ck that b*tch
You can catch me outside with a hundred-round drum on the stick
He tried to send a ho to set me up, but the b*tch fell in love with my di*k
(Where my lighter at?)
These hundreds blue, just fired up Red
And they sayin' that it's not a good thing if you diss the dead
f*ck these n*ggas, they gon' have to catch up, Drac' sittin' by my bed
f*ck boy, get your sack up, wanna catch up, gotta use your legs
That fat dyke b*tch y'all runnin' with must think she can't get popped
I can't even lie, Luh Tre the first n*gga that I seen put a switch on the Glock
f*ck n*gga talkin' 'bout a snake, gon' pull up on Cleveland, I'm tryna aim at his top
Frrt-frrt-frrt-frrt, big 40 glizzy, I don't even need no box
[Verse 2: L5]
He dissed Diamond, know he caught faceshot, f*ck n*gga know Lil Cam got dropped
Stick automatic, this b*tch shoot rapid as f*ck, n*gga play, he gon' leave with Rock
I'm a real-deal stepper, see blood on the Timbs
I'm smokin' on Red and Rock and Leek
You diss TG, n*gga gotta see me
I throw back the Addy, I wanna go creep
They on my di*k, why you dissin' Lil Meat?
Body got dropped, n*gga ball like Heat
That f*ck n*gga Cam said smoke got leaked
I'm blowin' on brick, this sh*t in a leaf
You know you ain't steppin', n*gga, why you cappin'?
Had two guns, died, n*gga, how you lackin'?
Smoke with whoever, n*gga, I'm a savage
G-Baby ratted, why you still rappin'?
Kicked the ho out, she got too happy
Pop out on the block, hit the lil' ho daddy
Get a f*ck n*gga gone, yeah, I'm havin' cabbage
Yeah, he'll get popped for the sack, no Madden
On bail, out dissin', Lil KJ hidin'
The ho not P, then the b*tch not mine
Four sticks in the 'Cat, n*gga know how we slide
Walked in with Lil DJ, I know he gon' ride

[Verse 3: Anti Da Menace]
f*ck your dead homie, I'm smokin' on him
Matter fact, I'm chokin' on him
Just revoked my brother bond, gotta give him a lawyer, I gotta do somethin'
I'm a million-dollar n*gga, but still'll tweak out like crash dummy
n*ggas know I'm havin' money
I kicked the lil' b*tch to the curb, she swear she P, I'm who she need
Tell the opps to suck my di*k, them n*ggas bleed just how I bleed
You ever put your hand on his neck to make sure the boy can't even breathe?
You ever popped the door to a 'Vette, came out the armrest with blue cheese?
The way I'm goin' gon' get my partner rich, huh
I'll really shoot a b*tch
n*gga, I need three hundred for my tape, I feel like Ludacris
Hah, n*gga, it's cold outside, you know Lil Anti trick
Your BM in my DM, get to b*tchin', buy the ho new tits