Naw fr Lyrics – L5 (Rapper)
Singer: L5 (Rapper)
Title: Naw fr
Ayy
Ayy f#ck all these n#gg#s, man, f#ck all these hoes, man
If you got a problem with me, then
You better do somethin’ ’cause y’all know what the f#ck goin’ on
I’ma tell y’all the truth and i’ma expose everybody
That f#ck n#gg# mixed my dad, but it’s all cool, put rell in a blunt
I got a thick lil’ ho just set a n#gg# up, gon’ give me the drop when she done
Five hundred shots if you play with lil mon
I’m rockin’ out, i put that on my son
I was just sittin’ in jail with a high-ass bail, had a 250k bond
Smokin’ cap, sh#t got me fried
Chino didn’t even get popped, but he better be happy he still alive
Bumped into some opps inside the county, them boys was terrified
And i got two blicks on the first day, them boys cannot say i’m lyin’
I was a young n#gg# thuggin’, since 2019, had a blick
I wasn’t gon’ mention rell name, but bruh took it overboard, so f#ck that b#tch
You can catch me outside with a hundred-round drum on the stick
He tried to send a ho to set me up, but the b#tch fell in love with my dick
These hundreds blue, just fired up red
And they sayin’ that it’s not a good thing if you diss the dead
f#ck these n#gg#s, they gon’ have to catch up, drac’ sittin’ by my bed
f#ck boy, get your sack up, wanna catch up, gotta use your legs
That fat dyke b#tch y’all runnin’ with must think she can’t get popped
I can’t even lie, luh tre the first n#gg# that i seen put a switch on the glock
f#ck n#gg# talkin’ ’bout a snake, gon’ pull up on cleveland, i’m tryna aim at his top
Frrt-frrt-frrt-frrt, big 40 glitch, i don’t even need no box
He didn’t die, no, he caught faceshot, f#ck n#gg# know lil cam got dropped
Stick automatic, this b#tch shoot rapid as f#ck, n#gg# play, he gon’ leave with rock
I’m a real-deal stepper, see blood on the timbs
I’m smokin’ on red and rock and lik
You diss tg, n#gg# gotta see me
I throw back the addy, i wanna go creep
They on my dick, why you dissin’ lil meat?
Body got dropped, n#gg# ball like heat
That f#ck n#gg# cap said smoke got leaked
I’m blowin’ on brick, this sh#t in a leaf
You know you ain’t steppin’, n#gg#, why you cappin’?
Had two guns, died, n#gg#, how you lackin’?
Smoke with whoever, n#gg#, i’m a savage
G-baby ratted, why you still rappin’?
Kicked the ho out, she got too happy
Pop out on the block, hit the lil’ ho daddy
Get a f#ck n#gg# gone, yeah, i’m havin’ cabbage
Yeah, he’ll get popped for the sack, no madden
On bail, out dissin’, lil kj hidin’
The ho not p, then the b#tch not mine
Four sticks in the ‘cat, n#gg# know how we slide
Walked in with lil deezy, i know he gon’ ride
f#ck your dead homie, i’m smokin’ on him
Matter fact, i’m chokin’ on him
Just revoked my brother bond, gotta give him a lawyer, i gotta do somethin’
I’m a million-dollar n#gg#, but still’ll tweak out like crash dummy
n#gg#s know i’m havin’ money
I kicked the lil’ b#tch to the curb, she swear she p, i’m who she need
Tell the opps to suck my dick, them n#gg#s bleed just how i bleed
You ever put your hand on his neck to make sure the boy can’t even breathe?
You ever popped the door to a ‘vette, came out the armrest with blue cheese?
The way i’m goin’ gon’ get my partner rich, huh
I’ll really shoot a b#tch
n#gg#, i need three hundred for my tape, i feel like ludacris
Hah, n#gg#, it’s cold outside, you know lil anti trick
Your bm in my dm, get to b#tchin’, buy the ho new t#ts
Find more lyrics at lyrics.jspinyin.net
You can purchase their music thru
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
Other Popular Songs:
Sublime With Rome - Battle Scar
Vinzent - Paparazzi Famous
Lyrics L5 (Rapper) – Naw fr
Kindly like and share our content. Please follow our site to get the latest lyrics for all songs.
We don’t provide any MP3 Download, please support the artist by purchasing their music 🙂
You can purchase their music thru