FYN (Fresh Young Nigga) is a song by Nigerian singer, Rema. He features British rapper and songwriter, AJ Tracey.
What is the song FYN (Fresh Young Nigga) by Rema ft AJ Tracey all about?
“FYN,” is an acronym for Fresh Young Nigga. The artist in the song “FYN,” brag about their lifestyles.
According to them, they live expensive lives, they are flamboyant, extravagant, reckless, promiscuous, purchase luxurious acquisitions, travel around, cruise inside expensive cars; they are living Lavida Loca.
FYN (Fresh Young Nigga) by Rema ft AJ Tracey Lyrics
Intro (Rema)
Straight out of BC
We taking the sound to the world you see
They don’t really like me talking my shit like the OG’s did
They hating on me cause I’ma
Fresh young nigga cruising in a beamer
Fresh young nigga cruising in a beamer
(It’s Kel P vibes)
Fresh young nigga puffing on a cigar
Fresh young nigga puffing on a cigar
Verse 1
Wake up in the morning then I cook up in the kitchen
Put some water in the cup, ice freezing
Seeing clips from last night intriguing
I can’t remember that chick I was kissing
Couldn’t even get her number
Hating ass niggas dema envy
When I dey with their babe in the VIP lounge
It’s a young boy fresh P star life
Seven zero P, yeah star life
Me and my niggas we dey chop life
Top notch models on my bed side
All white shoes dema off-white
Chat nonsense to me I’ma go offline
Miami beach, chilling with the baddest bitch
F-ck her in the west, then I fly her to the south side
Chorus
Ain’t nobody fly like me, ahan
Spending on expensive shit, ahan
Neck and my wrist icy, ahan
Small boy, but I mighty, ahan
Ain’t nobody fly like me, ahan
Spendin’ on expensive shit, ahan
Neck and my wrist icy, ahan
Them never see this kind thing
Verse 2
Yes I’ma fresh young nigga
Celebrity crush in my villa
Take off her skirt and I give it to her
Raw, raw, raw
She want it raw, raw, raw
She said don’t stop, stop, stop
She like it when I hit it from the
Bottom to the top
Then I took her for a ride, ride, ride
Cruising in the sun side
Fast money, fast life
Niggas wanna take my life
Yeah, yeah, why?
Chorus
Ain’t nobody fly like me, ahan
Spending on expensive shit, ahan
Neck and my wrist icy, ahan
Small boy, but I mighty, ahan
Ain’t nobody fly like me, ahan
Spendin’ on expensive shit, ahan
Neck and my wrist icy, ahan
Them never see this kind thing
Verse 3 (AJ Tracey)
Yeah, yeah
I’m the youngest nigga doing this fly shit (Tracey)
And I ain’t talking ’bout essentials my nigga (Uh)
I’m talking about the penthouse or the Arabic villa (That one)
Or the fresh Cuban cigars with the cannabis filler (Woah)
I’m on a different kind of time (That’s right)
I grab the sea bass with the chopsticks and hit it with the lime
Ain’t no asking about my lady, you can bet that she’s fine (Fine)
Body like the fourty-two and she gets better with time, yeah
The Maybach leather came in elephant’s breath
These kinda colours you don’t know unless your earning’s are blessed
Threw some shots of opposition not for war just a test (Uh)
Intoxicated by revenge, this heat is burning his chest
I got this suit in navy blue, but chose the burgundy breast
AP fresh, my watch collection murder the rest
You’re hearing lies if you ain’t heard, I’m the best
Me and Rema for the remedy to purge you the stress, uh
Chorus
Ain’t nobody fly like me, ahan
Spending on expensive shit, ahan
Neck and my wrist icy, ahan
Small boy, but I mighty, ahan
Ain’t nobody fly like me, ahan
Spendin’ on expensive shit, ahan
Neck and my wrist icy, ahan
Them never see this kind thing
Outro
Fresh young nigga cruising in a beamer
Fresh young nigga cruising in a beamer
Fresh young nigga puffing on a cigar
Fresh young nigga puffing on a cigar
Fresh young nigga cruising in a beamer
Fresh young nigga cruising in a beamer
Duration– 3 minutes 28 seconds