letra de wop - fbg young
[intro: fbg young]
(flex, flex, flex, flex, flex)
[?], yeah
i like her a lot, yeah
[chorus: fbg young]
i’m off the wok’, yeah
dolce my thot, yeah
for her, i got hots, yeah
she eat the c-ck up
we shoot your block up
get dressed in a tux
fill him with hot stuff
draco hold lots, yeah
i got the glock on [?]
i sell the ps on and off tour
i’m tryna feed my youngest boy
these n-ggas my seeds, my oldest, boy
we shoot your car up
my hitters on hot stuff
we hit your block up
fill it with shots, yeah
[verse 1: fbg young]
i’m off the moon rock
i keep the carbon, yeah
chopper’ll boombox
i’m a big dog, woof
i feed all my pups
she chew the mids up
she eat the kids up
on my neck is a ten, uh-yea
i bought a mid, she want the molly
no f-ck the gimmick, we shoot up lobbies
we tote the stick like we play hockey
i got the n-z-, i sell the zombie
if i get jammed, i won’t tell on n0body
put your homie on this glock clip
hit him with the stick
i had to swap it
[chorus: fbg young & fbg duck]
i’m off the wok’, yeah
dolce my thot, yeah
for her, i got hots, yeah
she eat the c-ck up
we shoot your block up
get dressed in a tux
fill him with hot stuff
draco hold lots, yeah
i got the glock on [?]
i sell the ps on and off tour
i’m tryna feed my youngest boy
these n-ggas my seeds, my oldest, boy
we shoot your car up (fbg sh-t)
my hitters on hot stuff
we hit your block up (fbg, b-tch)
fill it with shots, yeah
[verse 2: fbg duck]
i turn my flex up on the ‘gram
you risk your life tryna sell you a gram, uh
sh-t not funny, just sayin’, huh
n-gga, you ain’t worth my advance
pockets so fat that i ripped my pants
k!lled this sh-t, need an ambulance
headshot a n-gga, godd-mn
somebody need to pick up their mans
it look like i got jumped on, look at all these knots
me and my brother ain’t arguin’ over her, we f-ck all the bops
would tell you n-ggas ’bout y’all b-tches, but i ain’t gon’ front my move
she f-cked me and then f-cked my brother, huh, okay, cool
[chorus: fbg young]
i’m off the wok’, yeah
dolce my thot, yeah
for her, i got hots, yeah
she eat the c-ck up
we shoot your block up
get dressed in a tux
fill him with hot stuff
draco hold lots, yeah
i got the glock on [?]
i sell the ps on and off tour
i’m tryna feed my youngest boy
these n-ggas my seeds, my oldest, boy
we shoot your car up
my hitters on hot stuff
we hit your block up
fill it with shots, yeah
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