Django FB (Ft. Why G)
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[Intro: FB]
(Ooh, J Mak)
SOS, know how we fuckin' coming, nigga
Neat Gang
Know how we coming, man
Real trap shit, nigga, yeah
[Chorus: FB]
I'm all in, cash out
I used to sleep in the trap house
I used to sleep with the MAC out
Try run, I blow your back out
Try run, I blow your back out
New ice when I cash out
And it's a new pipe when I spazz out
That's just how the game goes
Shootin' shit like it's Halo
I made forty bands in the same clothes
Coloured money like the rainbow
Big revy like Django
Have us poppin' up where you hangout
[Verse 1: FB]
Have us poppin' up where you hangout
And if you got yours, it's a bangout
Ain't nothing to blow a nigga brain out
Big Wassi circle around my chain now
Free the bros, can't wait 'til the gang out
It's Fat Neat, bitch, you know what I stand 'bout
Hit a lick, and I went to the trap house
Sixteen, me and GD had the MAC out
Try to run, I blow a nigga back out
Seen all, but I still ain't seen shit
Better play cards right in the street shit
3 Letters, yeah, I been on my 3 shit
Couple real ones, they ain't gon' switch up
Locked up, man, I ain't never bitch up
Locked up, man, I ain't never bitch up
I'm all in, cash out
I used to sleep in the trap house
Your bitch suck me 'til I pass out
Then it's right back to cash route
I remember I was ass'd out
Used to sleep on the damn couch
I ain't ask for no handout
I ain't ask for no handout
(Ooh, J Mak)
SOS, know how we fuckin' coming, nigga
Neat Gang
Know how we coming, man
Real trap shit, nigga, yeah
[Chorus: FB]
I'm all in, cash out
I used to sleep in the trap house
I used to sleep with the MAC out
Try run, I blow your back out
Try run, I blow your back out
New ice when I cash out
And it's a new pipe when I spazz out
That's just how the game goes
Shootin' shit like it's Halo
I made forty bands in the same clothes
Coloured money like the rainbow
Big revy like Django
Have us poppin' up where you hangout
[Verse 1: FB]
Have us poppin' up where you hangout
And if you got yours, it's a bangout
Ain't nothing to blow a nigga brain out
Big Wassi circle around my chain now
Free the bros, can't wait 'til the gang out
It's Fat Neat, bitch, you know what I stand 'bout
Hit a lick, and I went to the trap house
Sixteen, me and GD had the MAC out
Try to run, I blow a nigga back out
Seen all, but I still ain't seen shit
Better play cards right in the street shit
3 Letters, yeah, I been on my 3 shit
Couple real ones, they ain't gon' switch up
Locked up, man, I ain't never bitch up
Locked up, man, I ain't never bitch up
I'm all in, cash out
I used to sleep in the trap house
Your bitch suck me 'til I pass out
Then it's right back to cash route
I remember I was ass'd out
Used to sleep on the damn couch
I ain't ask for no handout
I ain't ask for no handout
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