Bawal Clan Fntnl Lyrics
FNTNL by Bawal Clan
(HOOK)
Stupid lil bitch
Wanna suck on my dick
Wanna ride on my hip
Got this gun on my hip
(Verse 1 ANKHTEN BROWN)
Takin up, two lanes
Big body, Usain
Runnin fast for dem blue thangs
Ski mask, no face
No case. Fuck rats
Big bats. Grandslam
Home runner. Wid a big sack
Big bands, lemme get dat
Touch down, long pass
Louis bag o'my bitch back
Pourin fo's inside my cup im like a kickstand
Gotcho bitch up on my nuts she finna hit dat
Backwoods. 8 grams
You a bitch, take dat
Wit da gang, countin big stacks
9 milli. Finna kick back
(Verse 2 MIC RAHMAN)
Gun on my hip
Busted lip
Why you stressin me out?
I'm boutta flip
We goin legit
Why you shittin yoself though?
Just humble yoself bro
Little bitch here can't walk by hisself yo
You see me around right?
You jackin da sound right?
Goin around like
You feelin da sound, why?
I ain't tryna waste time, ain't tryna hang, I ain't tryna fuck witchu
I just wanna get high and live my life
Fuck with clan (blao!)
(Verse 3 MNL$)
Ask yourself, do you feel pain?
Are your bills paid?
Who you real friends?
Do you throw shade?
Man, fuck what a bitch say!
So, are you two faced?
Are you bootleg?
Do you feel sane?
You a test phase on this true stage?
Do you rap cause it's a cool thing?
Is your crew thicker than Wu-Tang?
Do you stand behind your full name?
Are you dreaming-seeing in 4K?
Are you fucking after foreplay?
Do you drink your OJ?
Miss Annie, are you okay?
I'm saucing like I'm sautéed!
(Verse 4 OJ RIVER)
Stupid lil bitch
22 on my hip
Finna bust on that lip
Point blank hollow tip
Og's they know me
I keep it lowkey
We smoke by the O-Z
Don't act like you know me
Pare pare di mo ko kilala
Batang sta ana na pa gala gala
Mejo napa aga dito kalsada
Mejo napa aga akong napasama
Sa mga tarantado at mga bata
Na pa kalat kalat di mga mayaman
Sayo na ang masa di ko yan kailangan
Pre sino ka nga ba di ko maalala
(Verse 5 NUEVO)
Para kang gago
Nardo na putik
Parang tarantado
Napaka stupid
Hawakan ang ulo
Itali sa lubid
Magpa-iwan sa kwarto
Itapon ang susi
Di pako tapos, ipako sa cruz
Lahat ng may balak sumangga
Sandal o atras, wag kang umangkas
At bata baka ka tumumba
Hala nawala, wag kang bumangga
Di mo alam anong biglang kakagat
Wag kang sumabat, di ka pa sapat
Tinggnan mo ang linya wag kang lumampas
(HOOK)
(Verse 6 RJAY TY)
When I pull up with my hood up then that means I'm with the gang
That haduken sonic boomin' but I spit that yoga flame
We don't talk shit we just do it we be mobbin everyday
Roll that sticky-icky green we blowing O's up in your lane
Fuck the lames this shit bangs, Bawal Clan we insane
Bring a jacket cause the team here you can bet we make it rain
That umbrella won't protect ya fuck the haters and the shade
With that money don't act funny we all out here getting paid
(Verse 7 LEX LUTHOOR)
Got no time for these bitches I'm getting that money
A whole lot of money, I ain't planning on failing
I'm high to the ceiling, I'm finding my calling
You hit the snooze while I go grind in the morning
No rest no sleep till i pull up in a foreign
Crew hella deep, no mid-class balling
Trap real hard cuz our kids won't starve
So when I see you in the dark nigga ain't no telling
Pop another bean peep my eye yea it rolling
Dick that bitch down she ride it round like it stolen
Got my demon horns on fleek but i'm holy
Blood diamonds encrusted on my rollie
So you stupid lil bitch
I'm just tryna get rich
Put yo lip on my dick
Respect the flick of my wrist
Yah yah
(HOOK)
Stupid lil bitch
Wanna suck on my dick
Wanna ride on my hip
Got this gun on my hip
(Verse 1 ANKHTEN BROWN)
Takin up, two lanes
Big body, Usain
Runnin fast for dem blue thangs
Ski mask, no face
No case. Fuck rats
Big bats. Grandslam
Home runner. Wid a big sack
Big bands, lemme get dat
Touch down, long pass
Louis bag o'my bitch back
Pourin fo's inside my cup im like a kickstand
Gotcho bitch up on my nuts she finna hit dat
Backwoods. 8 grams
You a bitch, take dat
Wit da gang, countin big stacks
9 milli. Finna kick back
(Verse 2 MIC RAHMAN)
Gun on my hip
Busted lip
Why you stressin me out?
I'm boutta flip
We goin legit
Why you shittin yoself though?
Just humble yoself bro
Little bitch here can't walk by hisself yo
You see me around right?
You jackin da sound right?
Goin around like
You feelin da sound, why?
I ain't tryna waste time, ain't tryna hang, I ain't tryna fuck witchu
I just wanna get high and live my life
Fuck with clan (blao!)
(Verse 3 MNL$)
Ask yourself, do you feel pain?
Are your bills paid?
Who you real friends?
Do you throw shade?
Man, fuck what a bitch say!
So, are you two faced?
Are you bootleg?
Do you feel sane?
You a test phase on this true stage?
Do you rap cause it's a cool thing?
Is your crew thicker than Wu-Tang?
Do you stand behind your full name?
Are you dreaming-seeing in 4K?
Are you fucking after foreplay?
Do you drink your OJ?
Miss Annie, are you okay?
I'm saucing like I'm sautéed!
(Verse 4 OJ RIVER)
Stupid lil bitch
22 on my hip
Finna bust on that lip
Point blank hollow tip
Og's they know me
I keep it lowkey
We smoke by the O-Z
Don't act like you know me
Pare pare di mo ko kilala
Batang sta ana na pa gala gala
Mejo napa aga dito kalsada
Mejo napa aga akong napasama
Sa mga tarantado at mga bata
Na pa kalat kalat di mga mayaman
Sayo na ang masa di ko yan kailangan
Pre sino ka nga ba di ko maalala
(Verse 5 NUEVO)
Para kang gago
Nardo na putik
Parang tarantado
Napaka stupid
Hawakan ang ulo
Itali sa lubid
Magpa-iwan sa kwarto
Itapon ang susi
Di pako tapos, ipako sa cruz
Lahat ng may balak sumangga
Sandal o atras, wag kang umangkas
At bata baka ka tumumba
Hala nawala, wag kang bumangga
Di mo alam anong biglang kakagat
Wag kang sumabat, di ka pa sapat
Tinggnan mo ang linya wag kang lumampas
(HOOK)
(Verse 6 RJAY TY)
When I pull up with my hood up then that means I'm with the gang
That haduken sonic boomin' but I spit that yoga flame
We don't talk shit we just do it we be mobbin everyday
Roll that sticky-icky green we blowing O's up in your lane
Fuck the lames this shit bangs, Bawal Clan we insane
Bring a jacket cause the team here you can bet we make it rain
That umbrella won't protect ya fuck the haters and the shade
With that money don't act funny we all out here getting paid
(Verse 7 LEX LUTHOOR)
Got no time for these bitches I'm getting that money
A whole lot of money, I ain't planning on failing
I'm high to the ceiling, I'm finding my calling
You hit the snooze while I go grind in the morning
No rest no sleep till i pull up in a foreign
Crew hella deep, no mid-class balling
Trap real hard cuz our kids won't starve
So when I see you in the dark nigga ain't no telling
Pop another bean peep my eye yea it rolling
Dick that bitch down she ride it round like it stolen
Got my demon horns on fleek but i'm holy
Blood diamonds encrusted on my rollie
So you stupid lil bitch
I'm just tryna get rich
Put yo lip on my dick
Respect the flick of my wrist
Yah yah
(HOOK)