FRFR. by Keoni Lee Lyrics

[Intro: JayBenz + Keoni Lee]:
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Right
You’re right
Yeah, you’re right

[Chorus: JayBenz]:
I’m really up in my bag, FR
I’m really countin’ these racks, FR
Y’all really going out sad, FR
I’m really countin’ these racks, FR

I’m really up in my bag, FR
Y’all really going out sad, FR
I’m really countin’ these racks, FR
I’m really countin’ these racks, FR

[Verse 1: JayBenz]:
I’ma pull up, like what’s the deal
Get on the floor, bitch, you know the drill
I don’t want no hoes
I just want one girl, that’s crazy - I’m really FR
I really want one girl, FR
I really give her thе world, FR
I’m happy like Will, FR
I pull up with the - full clips
I’m really with thе fool shit
I’ll knock your shit off - shoot shit
Goodbye, bitch - deuces
You play my heart - you’re ruthless
You’re lame - you’re stupid
Get away - like Cupid (Alright)
How could you play me?
How could you do this?
Now I really put scars on my wrist
I'm countin’ these bands on my fist (My wrist)
Now a nigga gettin’ rich (Gettin' rich)
Now they all on my dick
Tell ‘em bye ✌🏾 bitch
I see a nice bitch
I know you like it
[?]
It’s ‘cause you were lyin’
[Pre-Hook: JayBenz]:
Why’d you lie
You’re lame for what
(You ain’t got no reason)
Stop lyin', bitch
What's the reason?
Aye

[Chorus: JayBenz & Keoni Lee]:
I’m really up in my bag, FR
I’m really countin’ these racks, FR (you’re right)
Y’all really going out sad, FR
I’m really countin’ these racks, FR
I’m really up in my bag, FR
Y’all really going out sad, FR (alright)
I’m really countin’ these racks, FR
I’m really countin’ these racks, FR (you’re right)

[Post-Hook: JayBenz + Keoni Lee]:
Y’all really going out sad, FR
I’m really up in my bag, FR (forreal, like)
I’m really countin’ these racks, FR (you’re right, right)
Look
Lee!
Aye!
[Verse 2: Keoni Lee]:
I’ma pull up with the pack & the seal
Bitch, I’m the plug & I’m making a sale
Tell me the addy - I’m sending the mail
I will never lie - I’m not cappin’, FR
First love did me real bad, FR
I started drinking & taking them pills
They say the drugs make the pain go away
But the pain is the only thing I feel
Cheap Sex
Finna take a hoe on a cheap date
I save more than a cheapskate
I stay working, like a nigga name Enrique
(Hóla)
Pesos - tell a hater “¡Hásta luego!”
I had to go kill the witness
Can’t be a victim - got ‘em now the case closed (Okay)
Got a lot of chains like Django
Finna take a hoe out to Rainbow
Her shit be wet, like a mango
Don’t got a iPhone - hit me on Tango
(FaceTime)
Tell yo’ best friend turn the song on
Move to the left - and the right, right
This a panty-droppa like I’m Trey Songz (ooh-yeah)
Matter fact, just pull ‘em to the side, side
.223 on my hip - 23’s on my feet
23 times you stabbed my back, I’m not Jordan
I got 23 opps, I’m pretty sure they tryna kill me
23 niggas gotta die, that’s 23 niggas deceased
[Chorus: JayBenz & Keoni Lee]:
I’m really up in my bag, FR
I’m really countin’ these racks, FR (you’re right)
Y’all really going out sad, FR
I’m really countin’ these racks, FR
I’m really up in my bag, FR
Y’all really going out sad, FR (alright)
I’m really countin’ these racks, FR
I’m really countin’ these racks, FR (you’re right)

[Post-Chorus: JayBenz]:
Y’all really going out sad, FR
I’m really up in my bag, FR (forreal, like)
I’m really countin’ these racks, FR (you’re right, right)

[Outro: Keoni Lee]:
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ - think I’m stargazing
Took some Xannies, now I think I’m in the fuckin’ Matrix
Smack a blunt & now a nigga really faceless
Feel like faded ain’t enough for all my different phases