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letra de what you thought - fsg rell

(intro: fsg rell)
king
fsg
rest in peace bud

(verse 1: fsg rell)
you know rell be flexing aye
diamonds dancing mike jackson aye
i can ball with no basket aye
hit two times and i pass it aye
flash ya pack i might grab it aye
best friend an automatic aye
young n-gga ima savage aye
y’all don’t dig what i’m trapping aye
no choice to keep me a nine aye
vest and a mask when it’s time aye
diamonds they shine on my watch aye
i can’t keep track of the time aye
i need a rollie thats flooded aye
backwoods is burning like ushеr aye
glock hanging out of my draws aye
just so you know how i’m coming

(versе 2: tr nile)
take risk i ain’t ever switching
tried tell em, but they didn’t listen
in my bag and it’s been a minute
in a johnny and its f-cking tinted
in all black about to do a hit
hoodie on me like who is this
should i empty out the whole clip
n-gga shouldn’t had grabbed his hip
fsg i’m riding with my guys
rno we don’t recognize
stay away y’all some goofy guys
got some hittas on standby
we sent that sh-t when y’all came by
n-ggas ran when we came by
man i wish bud would of survived
now i gotta walk around with the nine
(verse 3: fat nahm)
16 i was moving ounces in a day
17 i was on that corner with the ye
kee said f-n k!ll em with the k
free ty, free spazz, and free that n-gga taye
rest in peace bud give a f-ck about what you say
if it’s really drama we gone slide in broad day
d1 got that my n-gga gone spray
rno trg my n-ggas don’t play
fat nahm i’m in the cut i’m trapping all day

(verse 4: leaf)
last time i rapped, less n-ggas was packing
less n-ggas was trapping
less n-ggas was rapping
more n-ggas been snapping
cause i’m back in action
n-ggas soft like fabric
money move my fashion
wake up, i cash it
fall asleep i’m bagging
counting money i practice
a.i with the practice
a1 established
make b-tches do backflips
yeah i’m off this jawn until i’m back on my rap sh-t, leaf
(verse 5: la610)
code red, code red
never talk to the feds
b-tches slide to my crib
back shots from the rip
throw a shot at ya lip
my n-ggas never slip
jug and finesse what i do
b-tches on me like glue
now i do what i do
bussing traps out the blue
copping everything that’s new
bussing traps time flew
now a n-gga in the studio
mix the purple with the dew
now i’m feeling brand new
passing dimes like drew

(verse 6: bangaa)
want smoke right now
want drink right now
get high right now
i still can’t believe my young n-gga bud in the sky right now
sh-t feel like a dream, man that’s the main reason
i’m high right now
f-ck up a check, if he disrespect me he gone die right now
if a n-gga act crazy, i put it on bud we gone slide right now
catch an op slipping, this glizzy go up and he drop right now
we out here chasing, you know my n-ggas on the block right now
i got a lil b-tch, i don’t give a f-ck about a thot right now

- fsg rell

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