FDN Lyrics by K-Trap
First date night, me by the marina sipping tequila
Second date, wait, let me get off the plane
Drop the low and they’ll go get em today
I’m in the gun range, testing the 50 cal, and I want to go and get one today
Listen, I’m not like him, he was selling dreams, I was selling grease
Morning sex
I hit it at 11:11, I guess it was meant to be
Pass me the neutral bullet, I’m blending B, super bullets, the ACPs
I know a lambeth Banksy, painted streets
She asks what I do, but I’m a music artist best to do it
Really dropped the bag and walked out stupid, blasting, same profession, but they ain’t steppers
I think there’s 2 departments
Should have had more manners
I got my shoes on a carpet
Before I put down a reload
I used to leave out paro, two bricks, gotta look through the keyhole
They don’t look too dangerous, trap rapper
Man, I shouldn’t even be here
You never cooked it famous
Plenty food, let spin while I span on Radio only if Kenny knew, or Snoochie new or manny did the new one with a button, my manny link
I got normal ones and hollows here with the orange head like angry ginge
I know petrol heads, that’ll get man there and back, serious engines
If they get to revving, you’ll barely hear it bang
I get the bag, post that bitch on a PJ somewhere and get them mad
This hammer jam
That’s the only time a bitch ain’t let me slap
Chrome Hearts for the beanie, bro got a separate hat
Protect the brand, get hit with this corn, you won’t even get to land
First date night, me by the marina sipping tequila
Second date, wait, let me get off the plane
Drop the low and they’ll go get em today
I’m in the gun range, testing the 50 cal, and I want to go and get one today
Listen, I’m not like him, he was selling dreams, I was selling grease
Morning sex
I hit it at 11:11, I guess it was meant to be
Pass me the neutral bullet, I’m blending B, super bullets, the ACPs
I know a lambeth Banksy, painted streets
Fill up the V, we get to be safe
I fill up the glee, she in a regular queue security know what to do
She’s coming with me
She’s ain’t seen a mash before. Don’t peep there’s one on on the seat
And that’s one by the feet
Them man’s still tryna get back
They don’t want to accept defeat
Drop the pin
They’ll find a place that can take risk and prosper
Now the helicopter needs some space to land, rubber grip and a semi, but the old cowboy spin or shaky hand
Homemade press machine made a builder, go work, make a clamp
War got serious
We don’t buy homemade corn. Need a factory finish, scrap with a gimmish, spring got 19 in it, I’m packing the limit, Maybach with the drillers
Just passed Chelsea Bridge man bag with the spinners
You know, we’ve got to protect the bag when I trying to kettle
Look, this ain’t like my man’s one
It will set you back
What he paid for the necklace
I’ll pay for serious, clean, can’t get this scratched. It’s an open back pay for the G63 and took the chauffeur back
I’m so relaxed
Screw on the whistle
You won’t even know it banged
First date night, me by the marina sipping tequila
Second date, wait, let me get off the plane
Drop the low and they’ll go get em today
I’m in the gun range, testing the 50 cal, and I want to go and get one today
Listen, I’m not like him, he was selling dreams, I was selling grease
Morning sex
I hit it at 11:11, I guess it was meant to be
Pass me the neutral bullet, I’m blending B, super bullets, the ACPs
I know a lambeth Banksy, painted streets
First date night, me by the marina sipping tequila
Second date, wait, let me get off the plane
Drop the low and they’ll go get em today
I’m in the gun range, testing the 50 cal, and I want to go and get one today
Listen, I’m not like him, he was selling dreams, I was selling grease
Morning sex
I hit it at 11:11, I guess it was meant to be
Pass me the neutral bullet, I’m blending B, super bullets, the ACPs
I know a lambeth Banksy, painted streets
