Dear Fren

Smino

专辑：Maybe in Nirvana

歌词

作词 : Christopher Smith Jr

作曲 : Christopher Smith Jr

Dear Grandma, we made Coachella

We still flew coach, but the culture feelin' the fella

Uh, shit stellar, groove back with another, huh, huh

That my brother, ooh, you woulda loved him

Dear Grammy, we made it to the Grammys

I took my daddy, good to see him happy, huh

Black suit, ooh, gold tooth, hmm

Gold shoes, that nigga so cool

Did I say that I moved from the Chi? (From the Chi)

Took a plane to the, uh, Westside (Westside-ide-ide)

That's how them niggas talk

LA safe, I can walk

I get way more done when I'm not 'round the drama

I get way more commas, but I, I miss my mama, so I roll up the fronto

Dear Nana, still addicted to nana

I, I get in the water, drive-by, shoot up the water

Pew-pew, we lost another, pew-pew, he a murderer

Pew-pew, you mother****er, brrt-brrt, unlock the trunk-a

Lil' niggas don't follow dreams, these niggas just follow tweets, lil' nigga, just follow me (Just follow me)

Know niggas run in your back door, mask off, no Halloween

Know niggas that keep that pack comin' straight from the Medellín (Medellín)

Italian diamonds, they shinin', go bada-bling (Bada-bling)

Bada-blaow, we always causin' a scene (Causin' scene)

Anything, we turn into Tarantin' (Tarantin')

Dear friend, it's different now

Different like difference how?

Different smoke, they talk loud

Different when we come 'round

Make me no difference now

Distance hit different, wow

This shit hit different, wow

Dear friend, dear friend

Friend, friend, friend

Met a lil' thang out in New Orleans

Popped a lil' X, talked about her ex, woah

I don't like that, get straight to the sex, woah

Damn, damn, damn

You shoulda seen it how she did it with no hand, hand, hands

Thought the country shit was funny, kept playin', playin', playin'

And I was laughin' right with her like hah, hah, hah (Haha)

That wasn't even the plan, plan, plan

I was supposed to get up outta there, my plane at 10