Murder FBG Young (Ft. Wooski)

[Intro: FBG Young]
(Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex)
I'm rollin' hard, I'm thinkin' murder
We ever hit your block, it's purgin'
With them 'Ks, you never now what
Huh, huh, yeah

[Chorus: FBG Young & Wooski]
Huh, I'm bussin' hard, I'm thinkin' murder
If we ever hit your block, we purgin'
If they ever snatch us, don't get nervous
Huh, we smoked your brother ass on purpose
Huh, I treat these bitches like they worthless (I don't want 'em, no)
If it don't feed the fam, that shit worthless (Get it off)
Huh, callin' up the plug like it's urgent (I think I need some more)
(Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop)
I been wildin' with my lunatics from dirt up (Uh-yeah)

[Verse 1: Wooski]
I keep my head up, gotta stay focused (Huh, huh)
We won't stop for 12 'cause they gon' search us (CPDK)
I don't want your bitch, so I dispersed her (Fuck that bitch)
If you comin' short, then I won't serve ya (I won't serve ya)
Tookaville, bitch, that's who I do it for (That's who I do it for)
And if I put 'em on your ass, I bet them shooters blow (Grrah)
You can catch me flexin' in the Louis store (Up in the Louis store)
Or I'm ridin' in a Bentley with a movie ho (Skrt, skrt, skrt)