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FN
15
Hip-Hop/Rap
FN was released on June 1, 2025 by OnFully as a part of the album FN - Single
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Release DateJune 1, 2025
LabelOnFully
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM195

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
OnFully
OnFully
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rashard Butler
Rashard Butler
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rashard Butler
Rashard Butler
Producer

Lyrics

(No, Julius)
(Jxcck just want a drink)
Shee
(Thank you, GC)
Know what the fuck goin' on
Shee
Me and bro like Febreze, pull up on me, get your car sprayed
Take an addy and some water, boost my heart rate
You would've thought Jack knew Dolph how he get paid
Have my bitch put you in a blender, you a milkshake
If I'm puttin' on for my city, they gon' still hate
Don't make me wait for my money, need it today
Unc' the bird man, but he ain't Cash Money
Too much death on your side, turned into a crash dummy
He got shot with that rocket, have a blast, buddy
Died, but he came back to life, he a damn mummy
I'm fast with that money, y'all some turtles, go to PetSmart
I'ma swipe this Cash App like a black card (Ching)
Bro quarterbackin' hits like he Brett Favre
Try to run, we gon' catch him, think he got a fresh start
You don't see me, but I'm punchin' up M's on this SR
In the mountains, got a family movin' money like it's Ozart (Like it's Ozart)
Brodie drive the SRT like a go kart
Heard he lost his legs to gunfire, go to Mo Park
P's hit the crib, they thought I had it in my backyard (Shee)
Fully on his P's, you would never catch me off-guard (Shee)
I'd smoke the whole room like a sauna (Come here)
No, he don't got no standard clip, that's a comma (That's a comma)
Send his homie back to the past, Futurama (Futurama)
You ain't get shot, you got grazed, tell your mama
Smokin' opp pack knocked me out like it's Connor
See me gettin' money, tryna call, why you bother? (Why you bother?)
Catch a mouth, put this switch on him like his father (Like his father)
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Up late lurkin' on somebody, this my third shift
I don't want that dirty ho, smell like Corn Chips
You in the field, you passed the gun like you threw a pitch
Have your bitch scratch my back when I get an itch
I'm outside with the fin lookin' for a fish (I'm searchin')
I'm searchin'
Searchin', haha
Written by: Rashard Butler
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