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FRL
Hip-Hop/Rap
FRL was released on November 1, 2025 by hp hits as a part of the album Let's Party!
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Release DateNovember 1, 2025
Labelhp hits
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM145

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
honeypackmar
honeypackmar
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rhemar King
Rhemar King
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
honeypackmar
honeypackmar
Producer
Skellyfon
Skellyfon
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yah
Cannot fail, I'mma make it out
I can't fail, I'mma make it out
He don't blick, no faked it out
No, that **** a fake
I don't know what can I say
All of that money, I take
Jealous lil' ****, he hate
Dumbass boy, why you mad at me?
Cause' you ain't getting no paper
In my school on my rapper shit, on the table singing"Skater"
Please don't show your ass with me, no beef and you will be safer
The **** can't even rap like me, I hate **** who are haters
On that stage like woah screaming shit like woah, I'm on that bitch like"Woah"
He 10 toes, run like Ricky he fold, bitch ass **** he told
Get my cup, fill with purple soap, fuck around pour me a four
Need that dose, need that medicine dose, I don't know when I'mma go
Smoke
Send packs on the low
Polo, drip froze
Iced out, it's cold
Lights out, we throwing shots
Throwing, throwing, throwing shots
Throwing, throwing, throwing shots
Throwing it back, we just throwing shot
Back of the party just throwing shot
Drunk, Drunk, drug this bitch up like I'm Diddy, bitch we drunk
Nah, I ain't no diddy **** (the fuck, the fuck)
(ha, ha)
These **** don't know how to run it up, forreal
Hit my demon for double cup, just spill
Three fourty seven, young **** I'm up
What the fuck, what is the deal?
Bend a slut over, I'm giving her dill
Somebody help me I'm in a pickle
Big bro just got shot, said it tickled
My drip right yeah, I'm rocking it civil
Pour my pint up, I'm getting richer
Mar go up, so they copy the ****
Go ahead give me that box, I don't chitter
We getting deady off Casa and liquor
You get blam'd, blam'd, blam'd, bet my bottom dollar
Fuck that work, lil mar ain't no scholar
This bitch mad I don't even call her
This bitch vex, salty, sour
Fuckin' her sister, they twining, the towers
Up go the money and up go the power
You know what's next, bitch respect me
Before I leave you with a wet tee
Run Mar run, you can't catch me
Told her step in the bed and come sex me
If I hit your bitch, it's wraps it's quiet
I look good, she can't even deny it
Shitty ass weed this **** be buying
Smell yo' shit boy, it ain't even science
He talking crazy we drop a ****
Ain't in no gang, I'm a politicker
But nah, we don't fuck with no politicking
If he try disobey, it's a lot of switching
Got my brody on bay, now he gotta swiss em
HP really reign, ain't no communism
This flow get strange, now I gotta switch it
Hungry rapping, now I got a ticket
It's easy as shit when you fly as a bitch
Baby don't suck good, she biting the tip
My shit real, I ain't buying no rep
Don't got a cup, but I'll find it and sip
I smoke that weed, I get higher than trip
I smoke that weed, I get higher than tri-
Written by: Rhemar King
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