[Intro: FBG Cash]
'Cause you talk too much
If you rock with them, you can't rock with us
All my partners villains, we don't fuck with savages
No, no
Ayy, ayy ($B)
[Chorus: FBG Cash]
I can't trust you 'cause you talk too much
If you rock with them, you can't rock with us
You don't own no guns, you should get you one
All my partners villains, we don't fuck with savages
Whole team shooters (Okay), don't make us line you up (No-no)
Heard you pillow talk (What?), wit' yo' lil' sneaky butt (No-no)
I been in the game (Game), you's a runner-up
You could ride the bench (Okay), we gon' run it up
[Verse 1: FBG Cash]
Free Five, doin' time for some killin' shit (Gang shit)
Got a couple niggas tellin' on him, but he innocent (Fuckin' therms)
Clout Boyz, bitch, we pull up and finish shit (Skrrt, baow)
Headshots for everybody, we don't leave no witnesses (Baow, baow, baow)
Walk up on him, so I'm sure these bullets hittin' him (Brrt, skrrt)
Do-do-do, da-da-da, da-da, now it's blood on my Timberlands (Free Young)
I love gunshots (Baow), I love dumb thots
I love swappin' out the work for a dumb knot (Money)
What I don't like (Huh?) is a fuck nigga
Tell when they go to jail, I hope a bus hit him
I don't fuck with 'em, not even a lil' bit
Never lane switch, still on that Tooka Gang shit, ugh
'Cause you talk too much
If you rock with them, you can't rock with us
All my partners villains, we don't fuck with savages
No, no
Ayy, ayy ($B)
[Chorus: FBG Cash]
I can't trust you 'cause you talk too much
If you rock with them, you can't rock with us
You don't own no guns, you should get you one
All my partners villains, we don't fuck with savages
Whole team shooters (Okay), don't make us line you up (No-no)
Heard you pillow talk (What?), wit' yo' lil' sneaky butt (No-no)
I been in the game (Game), you's a runner-up
You could ride the bench (Okay), we gon' run it up
[Verse 1: FBG Cash]
Free Five, doin' time for some killin' shit (Gang shit)
Got a couple niggas tellin' on him, but he innocent (Fuckin' therms)
Clout Boyz, bitch, we pull up and finish shit (Skrrt, baow)
Headshots for everybody, we don't leave no witnesses (Baow, baow, baow)
Walk up on him, so I'm sure these bullets hittin' him (Brrt, skrrt)
Do-do-do, da-da-da, da-da, now it's blood on my Timberlands (Free Young)
I love gunshots (Baow), I love dumb thots
I love swappin' out the work for a dumb knot (Money)
What I don't like (Huh?) is a fuck nigga
Tell when they go to jail, I hope a bus hit him
I don't fuck with 'em, not even a lil' bit
Never lane switch, still on that Tooka Gang shit, ugh
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