Top Songs By Fmb Dz
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hey, I'ma knock a **** off if they play with Sada
**** play with that Don Dotter, I'm a fan of chopper
A **** get outta line, I'ma pop his head
Me and Scuba side by side looking like rocking red
[Verse 2]
To each in, we drop the five in the rocking ride
**** disrespect my squad and he 'bout to die
Whoa, whoa, everything I speak fast, I never told a lie
Hit a **** while his block wet, we gon' leave it dry
[Verse 3]
I'm in red, easy and blue, we like the double dragons
He dropped the deuce, I dropped the deuce
We fucked a couple bad ones
Just made twenty while I'm counting out my last one
Ask 'em, fucked a pair of twins and we passed 'em
[Verse 4]
My ho, let her do molly, dip and dab 'em
So much money in my jeans, that's why I saggle
Money-handling, we got them bitches dip and dabbling
Ain't no grappling, we got sticks and move packages
[Verse 5]
I fuck with savages, me and my **** still sip Activis
Walk in the club with that poke 'cause they ain't checking us
Ten white hoes off that blow, they attacking us
Just got 'em gone on that roll, feel miraculous
[Verse 6]
Say it was twenty for them blues that you found yesterday
Hell yeah, I got 'em, now I'm 'bout to sell 'em out the way
If my dog call, we gon' throw a hook, doctor J
If a **** get outta line he gon' lose his life today
[Verse 7]
Southern lines to that crunk now , Perc's to the face
Put his stock on the chop, take the drug out the K-plugs
Taking too long, extra work for my weight
Turn around state to state, I put sixty in my safe
[Verse 8]
Another fifty came in, I had to put it in the bank
My **** smoke just walked in, he got a bag full of drink
Make a **** bae, mama snort a cocaine line
Tight ass so good, start a soul train line
[Verse 9]
****, that stick ain't got no dirty so you know it ain't mine
All these diamonds on a ****, fuck around and go blind
**** try to reach for mine, we gon' see what's on your mind
Lot these **** hide their heavy and their jewelry in the palm
[Verse 10]
All my **** got 'em busting like we on our way to prom
It be Scuba and the Don, we do seventy five a line
Let my four five with BK, my Draco with one
Yeah, Scuba left his chopper but I still ride with mine
[Verse 11]
Lay a hand on a dime, you gon' die while you trying
Ain't no **** never pressed me, if they told you that they lying
And I sip expensive pops, fuck with me you will get dropped
Or up top with that Glock, bro nasty with the chop
[Verse 12]
Say it was twenty for them blues that you found yesterday
Hell yeah, I got 'em, now I'm 'bout to sell 'em out the way
When my dog call, we gon' throw a hook, doctor J
If a **** get outta line he gon' lose his life today
Written by: Jordan Omley, Louis Biancaniello, Michael James Mani, Nina Woodford, Sam Watters