Give N Go FMB DZ (Ft. DaBoii)
"Give N Go" by FMB DZ (Ft. DaBoii) is a hip-hop track released in 2021. The song explores themes of hustle, street life, and the dynamics of relationships. Its catchy beats and playful flow highlight a carefree vibe. The collaboration adds depth, showcasing regional rap culture and camaraderie. #HipHop
[Intro]
Huh, ayy
The Don Dada
This is a Jay Johnson production
[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
15k just to book me
Or you can give me 20 bowls of that Cookie
Lame ass, pussy ass nigga shoulda took me
Shot 8 times but hit me once, they was rookies
Niggas shoulda died comin' out they momma’s pussies
Talkin' crazy out yo' mouth, we hit ’em in it wit' a fully
Get you touched without touchin' you, bitch I be wit' bullies
It be hard to get in touch wit' you 'cause we know you a pussy
Slidin' through another nigga hood wit' them sticks out
Nigga we don’t believe in drive by’s, we will get out
We gon' take the Benz North, and we gon’ take that piss out
Presidential pent house, 'bout to put your bitch out
The lil' baby got a big bag so I cut into her
Ask her, "What you do"" she told me she a weed connoisseur
Say her daddy he a grower, now I'm actin’ like I know her
But she really ain't my cup of tea, I really wanna ho her
She done found out my real name, I really wanna blow her
Yeah, pops see the plug, it's some shit that I can show her
I done turnt up her lifestyle, she want big ice now
Got her body done, now she lookin' like a wife now
She want two kids now
Got brand new Benz now
Got her sissy's dub, she'll pull F&N out
This shit gettin' real fun, this bitch gone kill some'
We got a pill run, we seen a mil' from
Bitch I be in Milford, you be at the Hilton
I whip out chunks, nigga you be out here peelin'
Nigga I be in Commerce stashin' all the money
Trash bags everywhere, living room lookin' junky
Nigga I got cameras all around my crib
Nigga I put two chopsticks behind the fridge
Nigga I got some shit that'll knock down the bridge
Got a baby AR that'll knock off a head
Pour me some red, yeah
Give me some head, yeah
Cook me some food, gotta make sure I'm fed yeah
Tellin' me she love me, in my head I'm like, "yeah, yeah"
California king cost 5 bands, that's a bed bed
Oh you niggas broke broke
You niggas poor poor
They tried to offer $400,000, I need four more
And I put my dog in the coupe off the mullers
Got my other dog on the roof, the sharp shooter
Huh, ayy
The Don Dada
This is a Jay Johnson production
[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
15k just to book me
Or you can give me 20 bowls of that Cookie
Lame ass, pussy ass nigga shoulda took me
Shot 8 times but hit me once, they was rookies
Niggas shoulda died comin' out they momma’s pussies
Talkin' crazy out yo' mouth, we hit ’em in it wit' a fully
Get you touched without touchin' you, bitch I be wit' bullies
It be hard to get in touch wit' you 'cause we know you a pussy
Slidin' through another nigga hood wit' them sticks out
Nigga we don’t believe in drive by’s, we will get out
We gon' take the Benz North, and we gon’ take that piss out
Presidential pent house, 'bout to put your bitch out
The lil' baby got a big bag so I cut into her
Ask her, "What you do"" she told me she a weed connoisseur
Say her daddy he a grower, now I'm actin’ like I know her
But she really ain't my cup of tea, I really wanna ho her
She done found out my real name, I really wanna blow her
Yeah, pops see the plug, it's some shit that I can show her
I done turnt up her lifestyle, she want big ice now
Got her body done, now she lookin' like a wife now
She want two kids now
Got brand new Benz now
Got her sissy's dub, she'll pull F&N out
This shit gettin' real fun, this bitch gone kill some'
We got a pill run, we seen a mil' from
Bitch I be in Milford, you be at the Hilton
I whip out chunks, nigga you be out here peelin'
Nigga I be in Commerce stashin' all the money
Trash bags everywhere, living room lookin' junky
Nigga I got cameras all around my crib
Nigga I put two chopsticks behind the fridge
Nigga I got some shit that'll knock down the bridge
Got a baby AR that'll knock off a head
Pour me some red, yeah
Give me some head, yeah
Cook me some food, gotta make sure I'm fed yeah
Tellin' me she love me, in my head I'm like, "yeah, yeah"
California king cost 5 bands, that's a bed bed
Oh you niggas broke broke
You niggas poor poor
They tried to offer $400,000, I need four more
And I put my dog in the coupe off the mullers
Got my other dog on the roof, the sharp shooter
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