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FRN X

FRN X is a musical artist known for their unique and experimental style. They blend various genres to create a distinctive sound that pushes creative boundaries. With their mesmerizing vocals and thought-provoking lyrics, FRN X delivers a captivating and immersive musical experience. Their music often explores deep emotions and personal experiences, leaving listeners with a profound connection. more »

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Yea yea yea yea
FRN back again
Know I came for the muh fuckin win 
Bitch
Aye album come soon
So for now enjoy this tune
That I give u in June
Know how i move
Bang

I just hit a lick
For bout 45 bricks
When we pulled up wit the sticks
Opps had to call it quits
Wasnt really wit the shits
Leave that boy right in a ditch
Imma pop him like a zit
Let the choppas off the rip

I'm lurkin on em
No where's Waldo
But I'm searching for em
Red beams on the glock
Blood up on the curtains for em
Talkin shit on ig
It ain't workin for em
Caught him out in public 
And he knew that dead was Certain For em

I'm ridin around wit the 40
Hold bout 38
My aim it be great
And I'm never late
Send one to yo face
Then head back to base
Now that's a closed case
Ain't have no 12 chase

You niggas is lames
All y'all take the bait
Big crib by the lake
I'll put up a date
When we gon drop at yo spot
FRN the coldest 
Know you hear of us a lot
We the ones at the top
Let the 40s go and pop
We gon smoke yo fuckin top
Let the bodies go to drop
And this shi don't never stop
F*ck 12 can't f*ck wit these cops
And I can't ride wit these opps
X a bitch something Im not

X a bitch something Im not
X a bitch something Im not

Move
Go
Move
Go
Move
Go
Gang

We ridin wit sticks
Extendos no carrots
I pullin a rabbit out the hat like trick
That's how I move bricks
Not for kids no trix
We stay hittin blocks and we stay Hittin licks
This shit won't get fixed
U stuck in the mix
So just roll wit it like boulder take a Dip
This shit just won't sit
Let the Choppa rip
Then look at his grave
Boy that shit it say rip

My niggas they drippin
My niggas they movin
If we see the opps
Then you know that we shootin'
My score so high
I ain't talk bout hoppin'
FRN and we Ruthless
With aks go stupid
I will never lose and I can't for my Niggas
When i cash this check
I pull out wit 6 figures
I can ride alone
By myself I'm a hitta 
Buz I'll be the one that gon pull on this trigger

I just hit a lick
For bout 45 bricks
Wasnt really wit the shits
Opps had to call it quits

I'm lurkin on em
No where's Waldo
But I'm searching for em
Red beams on the glock
Blood up on the burtains for em
Talkin shit on ig
 It ain't workin for em
Caught him out in public 
And he knew that dead was Certain For em

Imma go dumb on these hoes
Drippin in designer clothes
Designing caskets for these foes
Then showin up at funerals
Baking these niggas like rolls
Pop out them caves like we trolls
We is high up on the polls
Play wit the gang get you gone

They give me the top spot
Know that I'm too hot
Talkin shit on ig
You gon fuckin makin the news Opp
Niggas wanna clout chase
See em wit this tool pop
Imma cop a new watch 
Then pull up on yo block

I don't f*ck wit hoes naw
That shit it just not me
Hoes be out here stealin
I only care if you got loyalty
And yo niggas can be hoes
Gotta watch em closely
I ain't trusting nobody
Watch how you approachin me

Imma Let it go
Up the smoke
Watch that muthafucka blow
Put the pole
To his nose
Murder cold
Like we in snow
This glock got a nigga froze
Now a youngin In control
In the zone
These Bluefaces ain't no clones
Niggas told
They some hoes
It ain't poker i won't fold
And if we find out that you told
Send some shots off at yo dome
Know Imma stand out 
Like I'm typin in some bold
Know Imma stand out 
Like I'm typin in some bold

Ain't got time
I'm DaBoii wit these rhymes
I'm da man in the streets
I ain't doin anytime
But I'm pullin all these crimes
I'm just out here thinkin smart
I'm just out here makin money
Green the color of my heart
Money always in the makin
F*ck 12 well shoot up the station
We fry opps like they some bacon
We get cake like we was baking
Niggas act like they creating
They just really out here faking
All this money it's amazing
But I won't change it won't faze me

I just hit a lick
For bout 45 bricks
Wasnt really wit the shits
Opps had to call it quits

I'm lurkin on em
No where's Waldo
But I'm searching for em
Red beams on the glock
Blood up on the burtains for em
Talkin shit on ig
It ain't workin for em
Caught him out in public 
And he knew that dead was Certain For em

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