Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nah Fr, artist - Retch. Album song Richer Than The Opps, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fastmoney
Song language: English
Nah Fr |
| Huh, I’m in the trap with Givenchy |
| I’m in the trap, choppin' game with my auntie, whoa |
| Pray that the people don’t find me, whoa, uh, huh |
| Lot of my people got bodies, we ain’t gon' tweet at nobody |
| We just gon' pull up and shoot up the party |
| I got my crew in the lobby |
| One of my first ones got hit with a shotty |
| Nah, for real |
| Came out the street |
| Grew up, they thought that we knew I was rabid, trappin' for real |
| Nah, for real |
| Niggas ain’t street |
| Ain’t been no homis, nigga, it ain’t been no clappin' |
| Nah, for real |
| Maison my feet |
| Louis V all on my T, I be dipped that fashion, for real |
| Nah, for real |
| Fuck hoes by the three |
| They passin' the flee, yeah, the sandals, you niggas be actors for real |
| Hidin' out in traffic, I’m tryna run up my rackades, I’m on the grind for real |
| Thirty on my nine, I did a whole 'nother time, ain’t got no time to chill |
| Don’t do Ciroc, I’m sippin' plenty of Wock', thinkin' we pop the seal |
| High school, the boys came to book me at lunch |
| No the shit ain’t no fun, I was hot, for real |
| Ask where you goin', I really ran that shit down, been gettin' guap for real |
| Shit ain’t no joke, heavy in the city, we go, swervin' them drops, for real |
| Talkin' that shit, we just gon' pull up with sticks, ain’t tryna box for real |
| Motherfuck a tweet, bitch, keep that shit in the street, you can get shot for |
| real |
| Huh, I’m in the trap with Givenchy |
| I’m in the trap, choppin' game with my auntie, whoa |
| Pray that the people don’t find me, whoa, uh, huh |
| Lot of my people got bodies, we ain’t gon' tweet at nobody |
| We just gon' pull up and shoot up the party |
| I got my crew in the lobby |
| One of my first ones got hit with a shotty |
| Nah, for real |
| Came out the street |
| Grew up, they thought that we knew I was rabid, trappin' for real |
| Nah, for real |
| Niggas ain’t street |
| Ain’t been no homis, nigga, it ain’t been no clappin' |
| Nah, for real |
| Maison my feet |
| Louis V all on my T, I be dipped that fashion, for real |
| Nah, for real |
| Fuck hoes by the three |
| They passin' the flee, yeah, the sandals, you niggas be actors for real |