FN Lyrics – Lil Jairmy

FN Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, who that? John Gotitt)
(Can’t rush the vibe, Rando)
Let’s go

[Chorus]
Win, win, win, don’t pretend
Show me that you got some heart, I might just let you in
Security know my face, even with this pipe, they let me in
Cross me once, won’t cross me twice, I’ll never trust your ass again
I felt dizzy all summer, all them times I had to spin
I been gettin’ to the money, put racks out and get racks in
I thought I was ballin’ then, but now I got it times ten
Smokin’ on exotic strands, can’t hold up my eyelids
Uh, I stay with some hoes, but they ain’t mine like stepkids
We steppin’ on the bricks, wear designer to step in
Ain’t nobody helped me out, I had to put myself in
Gun so big, look like a four-five, but this bitch an FN

[Verse]
Yeah, Twinski, he remind me of myself, so that’s my twin, you know I’m blowin’ for him
Niggas say they richer, need to cut it like a lawnmower
A hundred pounds of pressure, this shit louder than a car alarm
My lil’ bitch a ten like Vince Young and plus her pussy warm
Serve the city, if I don’t know him, one of my niggas know him
Cook up with my right arm, shoot it ’til my pipe warm
He wanna be a gangster, I just hope his mama prayin’ for him
Streets ain’t showin’ love, an article, I think he payin’ for it
So much paper like a damn application form
Go and tell the robbers I’m not runnin’, dog, I’m waitin’ for ’em
Plug can barely talk, the translator speak the language for him
Bracelets goin’ crazy, safe to say I got an angry arm
Heard he got a platform, yeah, I know, I made it for him
I’m tryna go platinum and pack it out in stadiums
They gon’ have to pay for us, they know not to play with us
I’m tryna go black card, go put some this paper up
I done got a black heart from receiving hate so much
How you turn disloyal and you know I went out my way a bunch?
I take it down the road because I know them niggas pay a bunch
I feel like a magician, take two bitches, make ’em turn to one
Say she wanna fuck, now it’s her turn and this bitch tryna run
Percocet have me goin’ so damn long, but now I’m finally done
Niggas played in every kind of way, is you gon’ slide or what?
I just put some racks up on my chain, ain’t tuckin’ mine for nothin’
I got choppers bigger than a midget, ain’t that size for nothin’
Call your jeweler up and shoot him ’cause that shit you got don’t shine for nothin’
Take the K and ghostride it, I call this a blowdryer
Murder rate gon’ grow higher, hit this dope and go higher
We gon’ need some more lighters

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[Chorus]
Win, win, win, don’t pretend
Show me that you got some heart, I might just let you in
Security know my face, even with this pipe, they let me in
Cross me once, won’t cross me twice, I’ll never let you close again
I felt dizzy all summer, all them times I had to spin
I been gettin’ to the money, put racks out and get racks in
I thought I was ballin’ then, but now I got it times ten
Smokin’ on exotic strands, can’t hold up my eyelids
Uh, I stay with some hoes, but they ain’t mine like stepkids
We steppin’ on the bricks, wear designer to step in
Ain’t nobody helped me out, I had to put myself in
Gun so big, look like a four-five, but this bitch an FN

[Outro]
(Ayy, who that? John Gotitt)
(Can’t rush the vibe, Rando)

 

Album – Gas God (July 2021)
Song Released – May 6, 2021