[Intro: FBG Young]
Yeah
Number 1 by the way
It's Young
[Verse 1: FBG Young]
St. Lawrence villain (Villains), it don't get no realer (No)
Six teams with the hottest six teens, I'm killin' (I'm killin' them)
Sixteen-liter, forty-fifth [?] in it (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
High-def with the scope, so you know it's no missin' (I can't miss him)
Boss shit, boss shit (Boss), yeah, that's boss shit (Boss)
Coupe roof on Marco Polo (It's gone), I think I lost it (I lost it)
Loud rolled, big flick, got me cautious (I'm high)
My shooters don't say much (No), they just off shit (Dead)
I'm ridin' with a few (A few) 'cause I don't trust too many (Nah)
Money, I'm seein' plenty (I'm seein'), but bitches can't get a penny (Them bands)
I ain't worried 'bout a thing (I can't), TECs on shoestrings (Let it hang)
Let it hang off necks (He dead), something like a chain (L's)
[Verse 2: FBG Dutchie & FBG Duck]
Okay, it's Dutchie Don't Shoot 'Em (Blah), but Dutchie gon' do him (I am)
And I ain't gotta talk (Nah) 'cause broski gon' do him (BT)
Nigga talkin' hard (What?), he better let his cannon pop
Boom, boom, boom, let your hammer rock
Yeah, 'cause you know we lettin' semi pop (Yeah)
Thirty-round clip, hit him up, yeah, that's plenty shots (That thirty)
I ain't gotta talk (Talk), FBG we in here (We in this bitch)
Shout out to them fuck boys (Fuck boys), they got us in here (We in this bitch)
Tryna reach the top (Top) 'cause I ain't never been there (Uh, nah)
Niggas think it's sweet (Sweet), wet 'em up like swimwear (Blah, blah)
Fly Boy Gang (Gang) is all I know (Is all I know)
And tryna check that bag (Yeah), FBG, we 'bout that dough
Yeah
Number 1 by the way
It's Young
[Verse 1: FBG Young]
St. Lawrence villain (Villains), it don't get no realer (No)
Six teams with the hottest six teens, I'm killin' (I'm killin' them)
Sixteen-liter, forty-fifth [?] in it (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
High-def with the scope, so you know it's no missin' (I can't miss him)
Boss shit, boss shit (Boss), yeah, that's boss shit (Boss)
Coupe roof on Marco Polo (It's gone), I think I lost it (I lost it)
Loud rolled, big flick, got me cautious (I'm high)
My shooters don't say much (No), they just off shit (Dead)
I'm ridin' with a few (A few) 'cause I don't trust too many (Nah)
Money, I'm seein' plenty (I'm seein'), but bitches can't get a penny (Them bands)
I ain't worried 'bout a thing (I can't), TECs on shoestrings (Let it hang)
Let it hang off necks (He dead), something like a chain (L's)
[Verse 2: FBG Dutchie & FBG Duck]
Okay, it's Dutchie Don't Shoot 'Em (Blah), but Dutchie gon' do him (I am)
And I ain't gotta talk (Nah) 'cause broski gon' do him (BT)
Nigga talkin' hard (What?), he better let his cannon pop
Boom, boom, boom, let your hammer rock
Yeah, 'cause you know we lettin' semi pop (Yeah)
Thirty-round clip, hit him up, yeah, that's plenty shots (That thirty)
I ain't gotta talk (Talk), FBG we in here (We in this bitch)
Shout out to them fuck boys (Fuck boys), they got us in here (We in this bitch)
Tryna reach the top (Top) 'cause I ain't never been there (Uh, nah)
Niggas think it's sweet (Sweet), wet 'em up like swimwear (Blah, blah)
Fly Boy Gang (Gang) is all I know (Is all I know)
And tryna check that bag (Yeah), FBG, we 'bout that dough
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