Dear Fren Lyrics by Smino
Dear Grandma, we made Coachella
We still flew coach, but the culture feelin’ the fella
Uh, shit’s stellar, grew back with another (huh-uh)
That’ my brother, hmm, you woulda loved him
Dear Grammie, we made it to the Grammys
Uh, took my daddy, good to see him happy, huh
Black suit (ooh), gold tooth (hm)
Gold shoes, that nigga so cool
Did I say that I moved from the Chi’?
Took a plane to the west-side
That’s how them niggas talk, atleast they fuckin’ 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 na-na
I- I get [?], driveby shoot up the water
(Pew, pew) We lost another, (pew-pew) he a murderer
(Pew, pew) You motherfucker, (purr-purr) unlock the truck-a
Lil’ niggas don’t follow dreams, these niggas just follow tweeze
Lil’ nigga just follow me
No nigga run in yo bathroom, that’s soft, no Halloween
No nigga that keep that pack coming straight from the Medellín
Italian diamonds they shinin’ go bada-bling
Ada-blaow we always causing a scene
Anything we turn into ‘Tarantine
Different, it’s different now
Different back, different towel
Different smoke that talk loud
Different when we come ’round
Make me no difference now
Distance hit different, wow
This shit hit different, wow
Different, different (wow)
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 how she did it with no hands, hands, hands
Thought the country shit was funny, kept playin’, playin’, playin’
And I was laughing right with her like heh, heh, heh (haha)
That wasn’t even the plan, plan, plan
I was supposed to get up outta’ there, my plane at 10
Different, it’s different now
Different back, different towel
Different smoke that talk loud
Different when we come ’round
Make me no difference now
Distance hit different, wow
This shit hit different, wow
Different, different