[Intro: FBG Duck]
Let's get it
Fly Boy Gang
I'm 'bout to go nuts on this shit, shout out number 1
3
[Verse 1: FBG Duck]
I'm as real it get, just look in my eyes
We dropping Brick City like we dropping the Y's
Get caught dropping the L, that's how lil' niggas die
See, I throw up my L's, bitch, shout out to the Side
Large money, more money
Bitch, I'm a grown man, you got immature money
Call me paperboy on a paper route
Nigga, I am Hell, welcome to Satan's house
You niggas sneak dissing, that's how you'll come up missing
I think that I should quit rap 'cause ain't no competition
These niggas be talking like they don't want no teeth
I think they vegetarians 'causе they don't want no beef
Rap crackhead, I'm addicted to music
I fеll in love with guns, I'm addicted to shooting
My team winning, your team losing
This track a bitch, so I had to abuse it
[Verse 2: FBG Dutchie]
I'm as real they come, just look who I'm with
We dropping Young Money like we dropping the WIIIC
Sending shots at the Bricks, lighting shit up like BICs
I'm also tired of fighting, now all I know is hits
Roll up the dope, I'm finna OD
STL, EBT, fuck an Odee
Man, on chief, these niggas better get back
Homicide on the Drive, bitch niggas gon' get whacked
Sneak dissing, I ain't with that, so I'ma keep it low-low
'Cause I ain't really got to shoot, but I'll bet lil' bro blow
Woofing, that's a no-no 'cause we gon' bump heads, boy
They call me number 2 'cause all I do is dump lead, boy
What you saying? Your life can get Nino'd
FYB your bitch 'cause she bussing, doing denos
But she can't do me, do the whole FBG, ho
Shout out Killa Ward, R.I.P. that kutthroat Freako
Don't get caught lacking while it's cracking like a lemo
'Cause you can get shot easily, on the G, though
Niggas think it's sweet, but I'm nothing like a peach, ho
So if you looking for me, I'm on my 63rd Street, Joe
Let's get it
Fly Boy Gang
I'm 'bout to go nuts on this shit, shout out number 1
3
[Verse 1: FBG Duck]
I'm as real it get, just look in my eyes
We dropping Brick City like we dropping the Y's
Get caught dropping the L, that's how lil' niggas die
See, I throw up my L's, bitch, shout out to the Side
Large money, more money
Bitch, I'm a grown man, you got immature money
Call me paperboy on a paper route
Nigga, I am Hell, welcome to Satan's house
You niggas sneak dissing, that's how you'll come up missing
I think that I should quit rap 'cause ain't no competition
These niggas be talking like they don't want no teeth
I think they vegetarians 'causе they don't want no beef
Rap crackhead, I'm addicted to music
I fеll in love with guns, I'm addicted to shooting
My team winning, your team losing
This track a bitch, so I had to abuse it
[Verse 2: FBG Dutchie]
I'm as real they come, just look who I'm with
We dropping Young Money like we dropping the WIIIC
Sending shots at the Bricks, lighting shit up like BICs
I'm also tired of fighting, now all I know is hits
Roll up the dope, I'm finna OD
STL, EBT, fuck an Odee
Man, on chief, these niggas better get back
Homicide on the Drive, bitch niggas gon' get whacked
Sneak dissing, I ain't with that, so I'ma keep it low-low
'Cause I ain't really got to shoot, but I'll bet lil' bro blow
Woofing, that's a no-no 'cause we gon' bump heads, boy
They call me number 2 'cause all I do is dump lead, boy
What you saying? Your life can get Nino'd
FYB your bitch 'cause she bussing, doing denos
But she can't do me, do the whole FBG, ho
Shout out Killa Ward, R.I.P. that kutthroat Freako
Don't get caught lacking while it's cracking like a lemo
'Cause you can get shot easily, on the G, though
Niggas think it's sweet, but I'm nothing like a peach, ho
So if you looking for me, I'm on my 63rd Street, Joe
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