
Gettin Off FMB DZ (Ft. Kash Doll & Mozzy)
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[Intro: FMB DZ]
Da-da-dadum
Yeah
Top shotta
Ayy
Ayy
[Verse 1: FMB DZ & Kash Doll]
You don't wanna know how I woke up, you don't wanna know how I feel (How I feel)
Got everything I ever wanted and I'm stressin' still (Stressin' still)
Last nigga who played with me got stretched and killed
I ain't even been myself, been fuckin' with pills (Pop a perky)
I been moving like a ghost so niggas want me dead (Yeah)
I keep hearin' rumors they got money on my head (Right)
Got my bitch scared, paranoid, chopper in the bed
Gotta keep a low
My bitch can't even go to the sto'
I be well abrupt
We pull up and let that AR blow
RIP, [?] was my baby that shit hurt fo' sho'
Bitch I'm gettin' 10 for a verse, 20 for a show
Got her out the mud (Yeah), nigga tryna steal my style of rhymes (Ooh)
Gazi on my line beggin' me to stock rival guns
Bet they our league, we try to Blitz, we let off desert eagles
I can feel it
In the air, I feel like Beanie Sigel (Ayy)
[?] (Buh)
[?] I see dead people (Huh)
Da-da-dadum
Yeah
Top shotta
Ayy
Ayy
[Verse 1: FMB DZ & Kash Doll]
You don't wanna know how I woke up, you don't wanna know how I feel (How I feel)
Got everything I ever wanted and I'm stressin' still (Stressin' still)
Last nigga who played with me got stretched and killed
I ain't even been myself, been fuckin' with pills (Pop a perky)
I been moving like a ghost so niggas want me dead (Yeah)
I keep hearin' rumors they got money on my head (Right)
Got my bitch scared, paranoid, chopper in the bed
Gotta keep a low
My bitch can't even go to the sto'
I be well abrupt
We pull up and let that AR blow
RIP, [?] was my baby that shit hurt fo' sho'
Bitch I'm gettin' 10 for a verse, 20 for a show
Got her out the mud (Yeah), nigga tryna steal my style of rhymes (Ooh)
Gazi on my line beggin' me to stock rival guns
Bet they our league, we try to Blitz, we let off desert eagles
I can feel it
In the air, I feel like Beanie Sigel (Ayy)
[?] (Buh)
[?] I see dead people (Huh)
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