[Intro: FMB DZ]
Ayy
[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
Eatin' lamb chops in the Lam' truck
I got the shooters sittin' behind me in the Ram truck
Gotta play it smooth, watch my moves, can't get jammed up
We got all these niggas in they feelings, they can't stand us
I'll blow a nigga down for Skilla 'cause that's baby bro
Got a hundred stuffed in the chop, we let eighty go
Came out the crib light as hell today, just know I'm heavy, though
Got this rap shit in a headlock, this what they pay me for
[Verse 2: Jay Jullio]
I can spot an opp from down the street, cuddy, pull up
My jackboy ain't throwin' up gang signs, he put his hood up
Gang gang'll leave anybody if they ain't with us
Blood threw up 55, that's his way of sayin', "What up?"
Threw the scuddy on the shotty, kill for Addys, I want molly
Niggas hoed me when I was down, so when they ask mе, I ain't got it
If it ain't the money callin', I ain't answerin' for nobody
Pack thе AR in the Lam' 'cause we couldn't fit 'em in the 'Rari
[Verse 3: Sada Baby]
I got the Draco in the oldie, slidin' in the bubble Monte
I ain't wanna drive the foreign on my way to catch a body
I told Dolla pull up with DMoney, he got all the choppers
DZ took the pistol from me, we got flicked, he got the license, ah
Two-time felon, catch another one, then it's OD
Huh, tell me if you think that mean I still don't got one on me
Crack a joke 'bout the smoke, we gon' call that shit roast beef
I'm the ghost of the G.O.A.T., call Skuba Steve Kobe, duh
Ayy
[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
Eatin' lamb chops in the Lam' truck
I got the shooters sittin' behind me in the Ram truck
Gotta play it smooth, watch my moves, can't get jammed up
We got all these niggas in they feelings, they can't stand us
I'll blow a nigga down for Skilla 'cause that's baby bro
Got a hundred stuffed in the chop, we let eighty go
Came out the crib light as hell today, just know I'm heavy, though
Got this rap shit in a headlock, this what they pay me for
[Verse 2: Jay Jullio]
I can spot an opp from down the street, cuddy, pull up
My jackboy ain't throwin' up gang signs, he put his hood up
Gang gang'll leave anybody if they ain't with us
Blood threw up 55, that's his way of sayin', "What up?"
Threw the scuddy on the shotty, kill for Addys, I want molly
Niggas hoed me when I was down, so when they ask mе, I ain't got it
If it ain't the money callin', I ain't answerin' for nobody
Pack thе AR in the Lam' 'cause we couldn't fit 'em in the 'Rari
[Verse 3: Sada Baby]
I got the Draco in the oldie, slidin' in the bubble Monte
I ain't wanna drive the foreign on my way to catch a body
I told Dolla pull up with DMoney, he got all the choppers
DZ took the pistol from me, we got flicked, he got the license, ah
Two-time felon, catch another one, then it's OD
Huh, tell me if you think that mean I still don't got one on me
Crack a joke 'bout the smoke, we gon' call that shit roast beef
I'm the ghost of the G.O.A.T., call Skuba Steve Kobe, duh
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