Im Free Hold Up Stop the Beat Lyrics

Song Info: Im Free Hold Up Stop the Beat Song name is F.N.F (Let’s Go) sung by Hitkidd & Glorilla.

Im Free Hold Up Stop the Beat Lyrics

(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
Glorilla
Big Latto, JT
B^^ch, I’m f^^k n^^ga free, broke n^^ga free (Let’s go, woo, woo, hey)
N^^ga, play with’ yo d^^k, not me
On gang

I’m F-R-E-E, f^^k n^^ga free (F^^k ’em)
That mean I ain’t gotta worry ’bout no f^^k n^^ga cheatin’ (Woo)
And I’m S-I-N-G-L-E again (Yup)
Outside hanging out the window with my ratchet-a^^ friends

Let’s go (Go, go, go, go)
Let’s go (Go, go, go, go)
Let’s go (Go, go, go, go)
Let’s go (Go, go, go, go)

B^^ch, I’m G to the L to the O, Big Glo (‘Rilla)
You can catch me out in traffic tinted, slidin’ with your ho (Skrrt)
I ain’t poppin’ out at parties, gotta book me for a show (Give me that)
He say, “Y’all be living fast,” nah, p^^sy boy, you slow (Stupid a^^)
Ayy, we hoppin’ out in red lights (Go), twerkin’ on them headlights (Go)
She say she can’t come outside today, that mean she scared, right? (Huh?)
I be put up in the winter, in the summer, pop out every night (On gang)
Braggin’ on that n^^ga top, you better hold his head tight (Better watch him)
Anyways, life’s great, p^^sy still good (But they knew that)
Still eatin’ cake, wishin’ that a b^^ch would (Bet they won’t)
Got my foot up on they necks as a b^^ch should (Watch me plot, let’s go)
On the gang

I’m F-R-E-E, f^^k n^^ga free (F^^k ’em)
That mean I ain’t gotta worry ’bout no f^^k n^^ga cheatin’ (Woo)
And I’m S-I-N-G-L-E again (Yup)
Outside hanging out the window with my ratchet-a^^ friends (Let’s go)
I’m F-R-E-E, f^^k n^^ga free (F^^k ’em)
That mean I ain’t gotta worry ’bout no f^^k n^^ga cheatin’ (Woo)
And I’m S-I-N-G-L-E again (Yup)
Outside hanging out the window with my ratchet-a^^ friends (Let’s go)

Let’s go (Go, go, go, go)
Let’s go (Go, go, go, go)
Let’s go (Go, go, go, go)
Let’s go (Go, go, go, go, JT)

I don’t care who he f^^k with’
B^^ch, I can’t be f^^ked with’ (Nah)
Must be gone off percs if you ever thought you f^^ked this (What?)
Usin’ my name for clickbait, eat my a^^ and my c^^t, wait
B^^ch, I got a future, do it look like I can sit and wait
I’m F-R-E-E, hold up, stop the beat
I’m a motherf^^kin’ city girl, ain’t s^^t free ’bout me (Ayy)
You a fraudulent a^^ ho, n^^ga, actin’ like you on, n^^ga
You ain’t been in s^^t since that PPP loan, n^^ga (Hahaha)
Anyway, p^^sy good, so I’m put up
A^^ stroke, sittin’ pretty with’ my foot up
Y’all hoes get played (Huh), not us
But if a n^^ga ever try, it’s up

I’m F-R-E-E, f^^k n^^ga free (F^^k ’em)
That mean I ain’t gotta worry ’bout no f^^k n^^ga cheatin’ (Woo)
And I’m S-I-N-G-L-E again (Yup)
Outside hanging out the window with my ratchet-a^^ friends (Let’s go)

Let’s go (Go, go, go, go)
Let’s go (Go, go, go, go)
Let’s go (Go, go, go, go, Big Latto)
Let’s go (Go, go, go, go, yeah, ayy)

I’m f^^k n^^ga free, I ain’t doin’ no arguin’ (The f^^k)
They ain’t s^^t without me, all my exes like Safaree (They broke)
All my opps scary, they won’t pop up at the party
Got them b^^ches runnin’ from me, like a episode of Maury
On the freeway, throwin’ a^^, three ways
Young b^^ch, feel like a vet’ in this C8
Call him private, I ain’t text back in three days
Can’t have no f^^k n^^ga throwin’ off my PH
Anyways, on the pop charts, poppin’ s^^t
Two things I ain’t with’, sugar grits and sharin’ d^^k (On God)
Bougie, bad, and thick, twenty-three, ain’t got no kids
Pop a Plan B before I let him trap a b^^ch

I’m F-R-E-E, f^^k n^^ga free (F^^k ’em)
That mean I ain’t gotta worry ’bout no f^^k n^^ga cheatin’ (Woo)
And I’m S-I-N-G-L-E again (Yup)
Outside hanging out the window with my ratchet-a^^ friends (Let’s go)

Let’s go (At the red lights twerkin’ on them headlights)
Let’s go (At the red lights twerkin’ on them headlights)
Let’s go (At the red lights twerkin’ on them headlights)
Let’s go (At the- on the gang)
JT, Glorilla, Big Latto
E-E, f^^k n^^ga free
Why y’all hoes stressin’ out ’bout y’all f^^k n^^gas cheatin’

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