[Flame] 🔥 Quin NFN - NFN ENT Lyrics
[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’m not the rap niggas speakin’ on
 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 my strap with the Latifah on it
 Hit more weed than Khalifa dome
 I’m higher than a bitch in the house with some eaters on
 Shakin’ shit like a seizure dome
 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
 Da Vinci my toes, she gon’ fuck ’cause my diamonds
 Better stay out the way, ’cause I smoke really timeless
[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 2]
 And we in the store with sorta nineties, ayy
 Lil’ bro got all sort of bodies
 In the zone like a Porta Potty
 ‘Cause they know I’m in zone with the shits like a Porta Potty
 Hoppin’ out with a snotty nose
 Bro, hit him up, wipe his nose like a snotty nose
 It’s the shits like a potty, ho
 All of my niggas don’t with nobody flow
 I ain’t stealin’ nobody flow
 You niggas is gay when you throw with the snotty nose
 Pullin’ up with a snotty nose
 I just gotta look diamonds, diamonds from Johnny Doe
 I be smokin’ on pressure
 Nigga, play with the gang, we gon’ give him the ‘Retta
 We pullin’ up like a sweater
 I be smokin’ OG, it got stuck to the leather
 I don’t give a fuck about none of these oppas
 We be outside, tryna duck from the coppas
 Bro in the field posted up with them choppers
 Hop out on his block, chop it up, like Baracca
 Smokin’ OG, niggas know that
 Hoppin’ out, I’ma bop on the bitch like I’m Kodak
 I’m smokin’ gas, you can know that
 Nigga, don’t wanna, ha, niggas just wanna throw back
 I don’t wanna fuck, wanna throw back
 I was clutchin’ the Glock in my muhfuckin’ throwback
 But you niggas already know that lil’ bro in the field with them choppers
 Hop out and he blow that, gang, hold on, ayy
