FWM lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Ridin' real deep, pus*y n*gga, and I'm too good
AK, no carbon fiber, b*tch real wood
Know some young n*ggas, turned rich and is still hood
Hop out the whip, get a glimpse of my new b*tch
White X6 M with a boost kit
Playin' wit the guap, that'll get your ends split
Used to be broke, eatin' jelly sandwich with the crust cut off
Pump with the sawed-off

[Chorus]
n*ggas around me go commando, yeah
Boat and two hoes in a Lambo, yeah (Uh!)
Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah
Tell me a place that I can't go, yeah
b*tch tell your friend, "Step it up" (Woo)
Ain't no raw, b*tch, we gon' wrap it up (No)
Pole game, tryna run it up (Yeah)
Lock safe like a Brink's truck (Huh)
f*ck wit me, f*ck wit me, f*ck wit me, yeah
Yo b*tch, she just wanna f*ck on me, (Woo)
Clip on the hip like it's stuck on me, yeah
It could get ugly, yeah (Ooh)
Ridin' 'round town, drop top wit your sister
Make her suck di*k 'til her lip get a blister
Send her back home so your b*tch ass could kiss her
Young n*gga ball like a Sixer (b*tch)
[Verse 2]
Young ass n*gga, I don't even drink liquor
I don't even pull up to the mixer (Nah)
I don't even want to f*ck the Vixen (Huh)
I do, but I know she gon' tell (Huh)
Hit from the back, her chain hit the headboard (Ding)
It sound like a bell (b*tch)
pus*y n*gga I repel, real n*ggas don't take Ls
Hop in the Bentley, the Maybach, the G-Wagon, n*gga whatever (Yeah)
Glockety tucked in the sweater, Osiris gon' pop it wherever (Yeah)
Pellz gon' pop it wherever, Lil Baby gon' pop it wherever
Stay out the mix, stay wit a b*tch in the whip (Skrr)
Hellcat hit a flip (Skrr), up it up wit' a chip (Skrr skrr)
b*tch n*gga don't you send for me (Nah) unless the check got an M for me (Yeah)
Write it out to my industry (Yeah), the b*tch lace front incomplete
These n*ggas loco, hang wit the cops, you McFogell
b*tch n*gga I am a mogul

[Chorus]
n*ggas around me go commando, yeah
Boat and two hoes in a Lambo, yeah (Uh!)
Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah
Tell me a place that I can't go, yeah
b*tch tell your friend, "Step it up" (Woo)
Ain't no raw, b*tch, we gon' wrap it up (No)
Pole game, tryna run it up (Yeah)
Lock safe like a Brink's truck (Huh)
f*ck wit me, f*ck wit me, f*ck wit me, yeah
Yo b*tch, she just wanna f*ck on me, (Woo)
Clip on the hip like it's stuck on me, yeah
It could get ugly, yeah (Ooh)
Ridin' 'round town, drop top wit your sister
Make her suck di*k 'til her lip get a blister
Send her back home so your b*tch ass could kiss her
Young n*gga ball like a Sixer (b*tch)
[Outro]
Run it up
pus*y
Yeah
Woo!