F&N lyrics

22k i done flooded the bessel

F&n 'gon hit yo dome
If you mad i f*cked your hoe
Rock designer go rock the clothes
Go, go
Yeah
b*tch i be steppin on me
b*tch i be steppin on who?
Damn
Counting the money the pink
Then i be counting the blues
Yeah
Hop up in the audi
Burn off all the traction
Im just rapping
Gettin' to the money, yeah forgot what happen
Damn
All i sip free wok
Up all in the dark
Sip wockhardt
And my wrist is shining
Blisting in the dark

Huh, Huh?
Let me hop in
n*gga
Pulling up
Let me drop in
n*ggas talking but they talking
Why they hop in?
If i see a opp he done
b*tch im poppin
All these n*ggas talking on the net i know they plottin'
All my n*ggas hoppin' on that car
b*tch we robbing
We see a n*gga
Then we hit him up
b*tch he stopping
All my n*ggas always getting money
b*tch we gwuaping
Hop out
And you know i'm really going city
And my n*ggas killing opps
Yeah you know we show no pitty
Little n*ggas talking hot
But my n*ggas really gritty
We pull up
Put him down
Now his buddy in a spliffy
And my n*ggas spin around cuz yeah you know that sh*t get rizzy
And im spinning like a frisbee
n*gga yeah that sh*t get dizzy
n*ggas try to play with me
Hit his body he caught fifty
Lil n*ggas try and talk
Lil caught that boy Ricky
F&n 'gon hit yo dome
If you mad i f*cked your hoe
Rock designer go rock the clothes
Go, go
Yeah
b*tch i be steppin on me
b*tch i be steppin on who?
Damn
Counting the money the pink
Then i be counting the blues
Yeah
Hop up in the audi
Burn off all the traction
Im just rapping
Gettin' to the money, yeah forgot what happen
Damn
All i sip free wok
Up all in the dark
Sip wockhardt
And my wrist is shining
Blisting in the dark

Damn all i sip free wok all up in the dark
Sip wockhardt gettin' all the creep
Now they stepping dark
Damn got two b*tches with me
Yeah they loving hard
Sipping hard
Creep up on their block
Pull up in the dark
Damn can't believe i made it praying that i'm famous
Gettin' to the money
Big black whips gettin' money racing
Yeah gettin' to the pesos
No i'm always racing
Gettin; to the money
Now they dolo now they always hating
Yeah all i sip free wok pull up in the dark
Shoot ar's
Gettin' to the money left his body scared
Yeah all i spit is bars hop up in the shark
In the dark always sip wockhardt
Get that money tall