FN

Yeah, lookYou know how we rockingBig 5.7 on meLet's go(Chorus)Fn, Fn, your boy got an FnNot no .38, not no .6.7 5.7Leave a hole where your chest is, leave you guessingOut in public, stuck in traffic, yeah, we pressingYou know I’m riding with an Fn, it’s a blessing(Verse 1)Your baby mama fine, pulled over on a whimTold that bitch to get in, now she riding with the player Had to get in where I fit in, standard routineShe know I be clocking the digits, counting the greenMexican corridor style, we heavy in the streetsPlacas on the truck, custom leather on the seatsMoving through the traffic with the heavy metal pieceWake the monster up, it ain't never gonna sleep(Chorus)Fn, Fn, your boy got an FnNot no .38, not no .6.7 5.7Leave a hole where your chest is, leave you guessingOut in public, stuck in traffic, yeah, we pressingYou know I’m riding with an Fn, and it’s blessing Yeah, counting up the digitsBig 5.7Got it on my hip put my soul in this dirt, but it never grew backJust a boy from the H trying to double the packNow the money got long, but the trauma stayed deepWith an FN beside me while I try to get some sleepThey want to play with the kid, they want to doubt the progressBut I'm a Bread Winner, nothing less

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