With A Bang FMB DZ (Ft. GlockBoyz TeeJaee & Skilla Baby)

[Intro]
(It's Hokatiwi)

[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
Pull up with my AR-15, spittin' shells out it
Amiri everything, never catch me in no bell-bottoms
Carti' watch thirty thou', my bitch Rollie another thirty
Pour me up, hurry up, I like my shit extra dirty
Brodie got a two-tone brick, that's another birdy
Everywhere I go, I keep stick, I hope them niggas heard me
S-Class, big body, niggas don't know shit 'bout it
My young niggas back to back in strikers, doin' hits out 'em
Backwoods filled with Cry Baby make my eyes water
All you see is foreigns back to back, we don't ride Chargers
Lot of fake shit been goin' on, I'm beyond tired
Way before a nigga met Ghazi, I had an empire
I've been gettin' blowed all day, I can't get no higher
Give me ten thousand, well, don't put my face on no flyer
Real nigga, certified, tell me when I ever lied
Stop me when I tell a fib, I talk 'bout shit I really did
Twenty thousand in my Nike Tech, got more than [?][0:47]
I don't want some niggas on the way, it is what it is
Unc' got a nigga in the gym, I been getting big
It's a Glock on every nigga waist, we don't do the SIGs
Send a nigga to a better place, won't make it to the [?][0:58]
Hit him in his head, chest, leg, leg, chest, head
Still see red, boot me up, bring me more meds
I'm so deep in, I made a hundred last weekend