Frrr Frrr lyrics

[Intro]
(Mula did this one)
Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew
Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew
Phew, phew, phew
Phew, phew
Phew, phew, phew, phew, come here (Mm, mm)

[Verse]
Boy, them smokers smell good, this that dead n*gga
Come outside, throw your mask on, what you scared, n*gga? (Huh?)
Huh? You scared, n*gga? (Frrt, frrt)
You scared, n*gga (Frrt, frrt, huh)
What you scared, n*gga? (Frrt, frrt, frrt)
Switches in this car, bullets come out fast (Come here)
n*ggas actin' bad, belt to thеir ass
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt (Phew)
If you owe me, n*gga, keep that sh*t, n*gga, go buy somе guns
She just want a thug (Ugh)
Real gangster, kiss me with her tongue and I just want somethin' real
If I get locked up, come make my bond, that's just how I feel
'Cause their run with it's no more fun
You a killer? Man, where he come from? (Huh?)
Who that n*gga killed? Who he think he scared?
Frrt, frrt, this sh*t feel, ayy
Ayy, when this sh*t get serious, n*gga sendin' tips
Backseat with that chopper, windows tinted (Don't play 'round the clips)
'Fore I write a statement, cut my ass out it (And stitch my lips)
They know they gon' die when they pop out, that's why they movin' stiff (That's why they movin' scared, that's why they linkin' up)
Don't wanna die, get out that car 'cause I don't give a f*ck
Lot of n*ggas think they got away 'cause they ain't got hit up (n*gga)
Lot of n*ggas think their ass safe 'cause they been so put up (Mm, mm)
I pop all these Percs and change my attitude, I'm back on bullsh*t (Mm, mm)
I don't want no n*gga 'round me if he new, ayy, who is this? (Mm)
I don't want no n*gga to find out where I stay, ayy, who you with? (Shh)
I don't want no b*tch that's always in her phone, go get your sh*t (Mm, mm)
I ain't goin' for it, drop the pin on me, I bet I'll blow it
I ain't goin' for it, watchin' all these mirrors, paranoid (Mm, mm)
You ain't f*ckin' with me, I don't give no f*ck, n*gga (Mm, mm, mm)
I don't listen to your sh*t, your music suck, n*gga (Mm, uh)
If you catch me by myself, that b*tch is tucked, n*gga (Phew, ah, phew)
Flatbacks on my gun, that 50 stuffed, n*gga (Phew, phew, phew, mm, mm)
Who they think they playin' with? Like I ain't got no killers
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt (Ha), that's them fullies, n*gga
Ayy, that's them bullies, n*gga, knockin' bones loose (Mm)
Fifty in my pocket (Fifty), that's some grown loot (Ha, ha)
[Outro]
I told you how to hop out, n*gga, I own you (pus*y)
Frrt, frrt (Uh), frrt, frrt (Ah)
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt
Frrt, frrt