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letra de real dallas - fbg murda

[intro]
(d-mn, finngotit)
ah, ah, ah, come on, come on, come on (grrt, grrt)
it sound like y’all should run (come on, ayy, let this sh-t, go, n-gga)
ayy, turn me up, n-gga
ayy, f-ck the opps, fto, n-gga (for real)
ayy, otssge (alright)

[chorus]
n-gga, i’m up, bro, if it’s somethin’ for less than a ball, youngin say he’ll k!ll for an onion (youngin say he’ll k!ll for a onion)
it’s been a minute since i had to risk my craft, tell them b-tch-ass pigs, “free monkey” (tell them b-tch-ass pigs, “free monkey”)
we come through blowin’, everybody out there targets, shoot whoever up in the function (grrt)
bro tryna harder than a b-tch, pulled up to this ho on a monday, get left on a sunday (get left on a sunday)

[verse 1]
that ho was tweakin’, i take me a switch ‘way to germany and probably bump heads with a russian (i’d probably bump hеads with a russian)
my b-tch dropped the bomb, on bro, n-gga, f-ck you and wait, p-ss me off, i’ll comе drop another (i’ll come drop another)
s7100 in this b-tch, who they signed ’em all and they b-tch-ass wasn’t on nothin’ (and they b-tch-ass wasn’t on nothin’)
five of them safety’s, jumped out with sheistys, them switches, them b-tch-ass n-ggas kept runnin’ (them b-tch-ass n-gga kept runnin’)
blg band, that’s a washed-up rapper (he a b-tch)
made a post, last twenty-four hours was duckin’ (twenty-four hours was duckin’)
find somethin’ safer to do or go play with your ho, i’m a dangerous young n-gga with money (i’m a dangerous young n-gga with money)
drac’, drac’ still lurkin’, strapped down with a grown man gun, leave a little-ass kid three hundred (leave a little-ass-kid three hundred)
your man get nothin’, this sh-t off of playin; with bricks, n-gga, i ain’t never f-cked with no junkies (i ain’t never f-cked with no junkies)
these b-tches goin’ just off my name, my merch and it’s different when she out here livin’ (it’s different when she out here livin’)
i could f-ck all of my exes if i want, but i don’t ’cause my b-tch got an ass, wanna build it (b-tch got an ass, wanna build it)
chop all my opps in the wind, catch a n-gga on this side of town, drop somethin’, on business (drop somethin’, business, brrt)
can’t f-ck with a broke-ass, opp n-ggas safe ’cause i’m rich and i’m certified, i’ll stand in the middle (i’ll send straight fire)
this 323 came with a big-ass mush, tryna smoke one of these cap-ass n-ggas (smoke one of these cap-ass n-ggas)
all about me, got bird face and throw it away (come on), i’m not one of these rat-ass n-ggas. i’m not one of these rappin’-ass n-ggas
somethin’ got left in the east, jumped out on feet, that’s another f-ckin’ hat in the vehicle (that’s another f-ckin’ hat in the vehicle)
it’s two deep, me and 6 up in ’round ot with a switch and leave that in a sprinter (bah, bah, bah, bah)
[chorus]
n-gga, i’m up, bro, if it’s somethin’ for less than a ball, youngin say he’ll k!ll for an onion (youngin say he’ll k!ll for a onion)
it’s been a minute since i had to risk my craft, tell them b-tch-ass pigs, “free monkey” (tell them b-tch-ass pigs, “free monkey”)
we come through blowin’, everybody out there targets (come on), shoot whoever up in the function (grrt, grrt)
bro tryna harder than a b-tch, pulled up to this ho on a monday, get left on a sunday

[verse 2]
them n-ggas hurtin’, he up with a little ass roll and that g can’t f-ck with me or nothin’ (n-gga, f-ck that g)
and since the fg, n-gga keep dissin’, tell him, “gg,” n-gga, get back for his brother (get back for your brother, b-tch)
i’ll probably pop out in gucci with off-white 1s with the gg’s leanin’ over my buckles
n-gga, free d (come on, come on), i been torturin’ sh-t through the 10, we the youngest cold k!llers with b-ttons (grrt, grrt)

[outro]
uh, come on (n-gga, free my brother, n-gga, f-ck the opps, n-gga)
yeah, come on
and act like y’all don’t know who it is (y’all ain’t gon’ like this)
y’all be duckin’ and sh-t
i saw your b-tch-ass in the mall, you wasn’t on nothin’
n-gga, your brother dead, why the f-ck you ain’t cuff him (don’t play with me)
on bro, uh, come on, uh, uh
keeve’ll rob your b-tch-ass
you don’t wan’ do nothin’ with me
that other rappin’-ass n-gga you called chicken
get it ‘fore you go sprung, where i’m at
uh, uh, n-gga, f-ck the opps, n-gga, you with them n-ggas, gon’ die with them
that rat-ass n-gga, haha, dead-ass, f-ck the opps, not f-ckin’ with him
haha, f-ck all this sh-t, i’m still havin’, y’all don’t have any drip
grrt, uh, free my brother

- fbg murda

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