NFN ENT Quin NFN

[Intro]
Run that back, Khi

[Chorus]
NFN ENT, bitch, they know how we move (We on it)
Bro got a whole lotta thirties, like Curry (Fa fa), wet him up, no cruise ship
For all of you niggas like robbin', you dyin', not probably, 'cause my niggas move shit
Yo ho want the weenie kolache, my young nigga slimy, he slide with the broomstick

[Verse 1]
I know these rap niggas speakin on me
Bitch, I'm too cozy, I'm cold with a heater on
She eat the ham, she don't eat bologna
And I ain't got a cap, got more straps than Latifah on me
Hit more weed than Khalifa don' it
I'm higher than a bitch in the house with some eaters on
Shakin' shit like a seizure don' it
I can't take a L, so I ride with that steamer on
Nigga want smoke, he can let it be known
We gon' aim for his dome with the muhfuckin' tools out
We gon' really come to your show with a whole lotta poles, we can have us a shoot out
Tryna hit up and move out
Lil bro tryna clean up the flow with a broom now
My fans get flewed out
You not tryna fuck then you gotta get threw out (Get out)
And if you not tryna go lie for your nigga or die for your nigga, stop it
Yo bro talkin' 'bout how he need a lawyer and he facin' ass, so I told him, "I got it" (Bitch)
You tryna beat by the bitch with no guap in your pocket, boy, you need a wallet
I'm facin' 'Woods while she give me that noggin
She ate me good, see the wood and she top it
I'm in the hood hittin' a juug in Versace
We behind much, you can't view when she toppin'
Not a ho, she can't fuck like she poppin'
Came out the store servin' bowls like a auction
They know I'm cold with the flow like I'm moppin'
Whole lotta hoes, got a whole lotta options
Givenchy my toes, she gon' fuck 'cause my diamonds
Better stay out the way, 'cause I smoke really timeless