F.N.B ENT - Certified Tay (Out On Bond)

Anyway, I interviewed FNB, the people who were mentioned in the last video, and this is how it went. Let's go
Let's spin again, but I'm out on bond. Fits so crispy, I could really pay a nigga bond
Feel like I'm a father to you niggas, let me call you son
I'm the dangerous OTF tatt, you might call me Von

It's belt-to-ass season, if I spot a opp, we jump with him
Lil' bruh ain't FNB, switching games, we can't fuck with him
My bars so hot, they got STDs, you can't fuck with them
This bitch got mad because I told her I can't fuck with them. I don't bond

Let's spin again, but I'm out on bond
Self-made, they show me how to flip something, we out on bond
Feelin' like a teacher, man, I'm tired of givin' niggas passes
Took a lil' break, but now I'm back on you niggas' asses

Real go-getter, I could really run up that Bread
Stop tryna turn around, baby, I just really want the head
Lean in the cup, got me feelin' like a nigga spit
Dog shit out my pocket, but it's pen and this shit not on red

Sellin' by the handouts, I really got the plug hot
Call my favorite OPFN and take my first mugshot
Shit, fuck, fuck, come on
Call my favorite OPFN and take my first mugshot

FNB shit, franchise shit, certified shit, what the fuck goin' on

Written by:
Octavius Walker

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