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enzo & lil drool - fuck g lyrics

[verse 1: enzo]
every body know
you ain’t f-ckin sh-t
take another hit from these god d-mn fists
run up on your house leave the whole block lit
flexing with the roley ima break your wrists
im bouta burn this sh-t
fly like a dragon d-ck
just copped the pistol grip
you an average b-tch
came for the crown but i smashed that sh-t
drown in margiela white leather whip
on the cell
hangin from the belt and we shoot at 12
30 diamonds rose gold for myself
all you b-tches faker than your polo from ralph
my coat probably worth your motha f-ckin house
see me sippin fiji when you sittin in a drought
chillin down in fiji while you sittin on the couch
runnin up a check then we hit a l!ck and bounce

[verse 2: lil drool]
b-tch i feel like donald trump
flexed out in the dump
school schooters keep the pump
and yo b-tch wan’ f-ck me up
imma sh-t all on the throne
then play her like a saxophone
but dont enter my zone
and dont hit my iphone
wait im fast and furious
b-tches so curious
take a chill pill dont act so serious
you really tryna f-ck up with the drool up today?
it ain’t burger king but have it yo way
f-ck a big boof blunt b-tch im ballin when i slump
15 hunnid thousand b-tches on my d-ck teanna trump
pull up wit a, pull up wit a, pull up wit a mask, swiper no swipin
f-ck now, b-tch down, on the ground, right now
piper keeps on piping
quickscope, no scope, duck hoes, f-ck those, sniper with the snipin
b-tch im boomin, put me in a tomb and set myself on fire

[verse 3: enzo]
f-cked up b-tch ima cut your d-mn throat
raisin up the blood cut a neck and let them choke
stupid f-ckin b-tch wanna do it for the dope
hit my f-ckin line if youre lookin for the goat
god d-mn
light em up brighter than a crayon
pack em and we set em in the van
drop em in the sand
run it if you lookin at my vans
swear to god im gunnin down your mans
you dont understand
i could make a million in a month
keep the f-ckin forgiatos in the trunk
b-tch what the f-ck
i swear to god we dont run
take your f-ckin time for the gram
b-tches got me hoppin out the lamb
thats on god
you always broke that’s a sign
gucci pink fur on my mind
f-ck g all on my mind
f-ck you

- enzo lil drool lyrics

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