Lyrics FN - C4 Dvus

Aye turn that shit up mane

Yuh
Aye, look
Uh

Gave her the dick and she turned on her best friend
Now I'm just a FN
I don't need no gang for to feel I'm protected
I got me a weapon
This ain't no wedding, we shooting your best men
Yo gang trash can
Dressing your best when you get in that casket
Well y'all gone be dressing
Gave her the dick and she turned on her best friend
Now I'm just a FN
I don't need no gang for to feel I'm protected
I got me a weapon
This ain't no wedding, we shooting your best men
Yo gang trash can
Dressing your best when you get in that casket
Well y'all gone be dressing

Hit from the back and she say I'm aggressive
Smack down WWE RAW Wrestling
She know I'm cute and she say I'm a blessing
She know I more and her ex nigga less than
She don't got nothing on, she sexy
Go to your city, I don't gotta check in
Keep me a pistol for bitch niggas pressing
This 40 reverse him he best get to stepping
Put her face in the pillow and yours in the dirt
I'ma pop me a nigga, I don't pop no perks
If he run up on me, get his bitch ass merked
Yeah I'm fucking his bitch, now his bitch ass hurt
Breaking her back, like Rihanna I work
And she ruined my t-shirt, I'm making her squirt
We got them niggas who always be ready
We live about that action ain't got to rehearse
Choppa gonna hit him, make him do the shimmy
Turn him to a dancer like he work at Magic City
Fuck from the front and she singing like Whitney
Bitch I'm gone ball, like '07 Britney
Shots at your cranium, damage your memory
She think handsome, I'm know that she digging me
My dick hard I know that she feeling me
Hit from the back, she like "Corde' your killing me"

Gave her the dick and she turned on her best friend
Now I'm just a FN
I don't need no gang for to feel I'm protected
I got me a weapon
This ain't no wedding, we shooting your best men
Yo gang trash can
Dressing your best when you get in that casket
Well y'all gone be dressing
Gave her the dick and she turned on her best friend
Now I'm just a FN
I don't need no gang for to feel I'm protected
I got me a weapon
This ain't no wedding, we shooting your best men
Yo gang trash can
Dressing your best when you get in that casket
Well y'all gone be dressing