History FBG Dutchie (Ft. Wooski)
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[Intro]
(Ooh, Gorilla Boy got that heat)
[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
These niggas see us, they get jittery, huh
These niggas flaky, snaky, slippery, huh
Ain't no question marks, no mysteries, huh
We blow you down and now you history
[Post-Chorus: FBG Dutchie & Wooski]
We send a nigga to past life
Clip with the dick, get ya ass piped
Smell like some shit, get ya ass wiped
Folks got the scope, get ya ass sniped
We send a nigga to past life
Pull up on ya, let it blast right (Wop, wop)
Chop' got a knife, get ya ass sliced (Wop, wop)
You comin' wrong, get ya ass right
[Verse 1: Wooski]
Huh, give them the flucks
Better give thеm the bucks
Talkin' tough? Nigga, what?
What you gon' do when I pop out the cut
With Nеllo with me and we linin' you up
Then you trippin'? Fuck tryna duck
When we get to spazzin', bullets get to blastin'
You act like you winnin', we fuckin' you up
Mention my gang, boy, that shit is so deadly
If I eat, bro do, too, I don't like bein' petty
I pulled up and hop out that white body Chevy
I brung the .44, but that bitch [?] too heavy
I blew his brains out, all you see is spaghetti
Hold up, pop a pill, hit the Hen', now I'm ready
The baby street sweeper size as a machete
I load that bitch up while I'm gettin' some Becky
And I feel like Ox like I'm off Belly, niggas come in my house, we gon' shoot it out
My mind on money, gang, and sellin' cocaine, nigga, fuck you about?
I'ma run it up with my gang members, yeah, you know we gotta flex
Who is this clizzy, Cletus, thunky-ass nigga that they just put to the test?
(Ooh, Gorilla Boy got that heat)
[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
These niggas see us, they get jittery, huh
These niggas flaky, snaky, slippery, huh
Ain't no question marks, no mysteries, huh
We blow you down and now you history
[Post-Chorus: FBG Dutchie & Wooski]
We send a nigga to past life
Clip with the dick, get ya ass piped
Smell like some shit, get ya ass wiped
Folks got the scope, get ya ass sniped
We send a nigga to past life
Pull up on ya, let it blast right (Wop, wop)
Chop' got a knife, get ya ass sliced (Wop, wop)
You comin' wrong, get ya ass right
[Verse 1: Wooski]
Huh, give them the flucks
Better give thеm the bucks
Talkin' tough? Nigga, what?
What you gon' do when I pop out the cut
With Nеllo with me and we linin' you up
Then you trippin'? Fuck tryna duck
When we get to spazzin', bullets get to blastin'
You act like you winnin', we fuckin' you up
Mention my gang, boy, that shit is so deadly
If I eat, bro do, too, I don't like bein' petty
I pulled up and hop out that white body Chevy
I brung the .44, but that bitch [?] too heavy
I blew his brains out, all you see is spaghetti
Hold up, pop a pill, hit the Hen', now I'm ready
The baby street sweeper size as a machete
I load that bitch up while I'm gettin' some Becky
And I feel like Ox like I'm off Belly, niggas come in my house, we gon' shoot it out
My mind on money, gang, and sellin' cocaine, nigga, fuck you about?
I'ma run it up with my gang members, yeah, you know we gotta flex
Who is this clizzy, Cletus, thunky-ass nigga that they just put to the test?
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