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letra de with a bang - fmb dz

[intro]
(it’s hokatiwi)

[verse 1: fmb dz]
pull up with my ar-15, spittin’ sh-lls out it
amiri everything, never catch me in no bell-bottoms
carti’ watch thirty thou’, my b-tch rollie another thirty
pour me up, hurry up, i like my sh-t extra dirty
brodie got a two-tone brick, that’s another birdy
everywhere i go, i keep stick, i hope them n-ggas heard me
s-class, big body, n-ggas don’t know sh-t ’bout it
my young n-ggas back to back in strikers, doin’ hits out ’em
backwoods filled with cry baby make my eyes water
all you see is foreigns back to back, we don’t ride chargers
lot of fake sh-t been goin’ on, i’m beyond tired
way before a n-gga met ghazi, i had an empire
i’ve been gettin’ blowed all day, i can’t get no higher
give me ten thousand, well, don’t put my face on no flyer
real n-gga, certified, tell me when i ever lied
stop me when i tell a fib, i talk ’bout sh-t i really did
twenty thousand in my nike tech, got more than [?][0:47]
i don’t want some n-ggas on the way, it is what it is
unc’ got a n-gga in the gym, i been getting big
it’s a glock on every n-gga waist, we don’t do the sigs
send a n-gga to a better place, won’t make it to the [?][0:58]
hit him in his head, chest, leg, leg, chest, head
still see red, boot me up, bring me more meds
i’m so deep in, i made a hundred last weekend
[verse 2: glockboyz teejaee]
i got toolie on me now, in two pockets, that’s a forty
another forty in my bag next to the drac’ when i’m recording
i’m rich now, so many hoes be tryna f-ck, i feel important
man, you the type of n-gga tell my b-tch on me, your name maury
[?][1:15] two choppers in the back, who you think drivin’?
y’all want us ’cause we the ones who gettin’ out and get it poppin’
the other day, i almost popped one of my fans, forgot i’m poppin’
man, i told brodie, “touch the food,” he cook better than my mama
man, boss n-gga, never caught me hangin’ with no soft n-ggas
to keep it real, we get back whenever we lost n-ggas
when n-ggas die, n-ggas get get-back, n-ggas die again, that’s how it is
and we done did so much to n-ggas, i know they want revenge
[?] he knew my ass since i was a kid
just ask the hood, we was poppin’ out with glocks, not no sigs
[?] neck froze, he just got his chain from out the fridge
man, you a lame, you the type of n-gga tell when you do the same thing

[verse 3: sk!lla baby]
i just f-cked two p-ssy n-ggas up, i’m a cheater
i got ten for any n-gga bust a certified tweaker
how they know i’ll get a n-gga smoked? my demeanor
slid on ’em n-ggas in the m8, that’s a beamer (huh?)
my life a movie, i belong on netflix
tried to hit a n-gga with my best switch in the x6
heard dog was in the field, okay, catch this (okay, catch this)
i brought the ar, not the drac’, it got less kick (baow)
i’m the type of n-gga come outside when it’s beef
in the 580 gettin’ a massage from the seats (seats)
i’m in the trenches everyday, i got linemen with me
in the striker, tryna put n-ggas on crime in the d (huh?)

- fmb dz

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