lirik lagu fmb dz - who u
[intro]
huh, yeah
i used to be a used to
yeah, yeah
[verse]
n-gg-s mad ’cause i ain’t dirty no more
i ain’t gettin’ on the high with perc-30’s no more
i got ten guns, cost me a record piece
keep sippin’ back, gorillas with me, beat you happily
i’ll put the pistol in that n-gg- mouth for talking crazy
take me a long time to drop a tape ’cause i’m lazy
ghaza flew me out to san fransisco and he paid me
he got me out the streets, i ain’t gon’ lie, that n-gg- saved me
shout out lb for holdin’ me down, that’s my baby
i got your back forever even though you drive me brazy
i opened up some doors for some n-gg-s and they ain’t thank me
if i get in my feelings, i’ma pull up with my drakey
quick turnaround at empire and made a free eighty
got a young n-gg-, 15 with a .380
he’ll knock a n-gg- head off just for three eighths
bt hittin’ all the bricks, screamin’, “free 80s”
pull up blowin’ big sh-t, sound like an m80
make a sixty ball in one play, yeah, shout out jon
got some big dawgs behind the scenes, yeah, they out of bounds
got my young dawg comin’ down ’cause he out a pound
got a white ill pendant, cross a hundred when the tank arrive
got a big -ss pool in the backyard, you wanna take a dive?
try to double cross any of my n-gg-s, you gon’ lose your life
n-gg-s really gamble with they life, we ain’t shooting no dice
if i see an opp at the light, i’m shooting on sight
put the h-llcat in 700 and make a right
slow this motherf-cker down, we off the block
you hop up and clock, let’s drop off the glocks
i can’t afford to go down, i got people to feed
you say it’s bodies outside, we got people to leave
i got a plug from jamaica investing in p’s
i got a b-tch in punta coota invested in me
i be still in the hood like i ain’t me
’cause i got n-gg-s that’s on tether and they can’t leave
and i ain’t worried ’bout them n-gg-s ‘less he can’t bleed
you ain’t really on the road if you don’t see skis
you ain’t been certified everywhere, you ain’t around gang
i poured a four in my sprite, that look like champagne
pull up the truth in the coupe wearing eight chains
all my n-gg-s screaming, “woop,” it’s an ape thing
i can’t take you serious, you ain’t got no k!ll
you ain’t got no drip, you just a rapper on some broke sh-t
ain’t got no car, got no house, you ain’t need no lean
spending all your money on that sh-t like a dope fiend
million dollar n-gg- still sip codeine
i’m sitting in the benz, that’s the difference if you ain’t seen
presidential tint wrapped around so i ain’t seen
all the fiends off the op’s, i need every bean
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