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fb - neat lyrics

[intro: fb & tallup twinz]
gang!
s.o.s
w-ss gang n-gga
free tallup

[pre-chorus: fb]
hit a l!ck and now we all up
free the gang and tell ‘em free tallup
new opp pack, b-tch, i’ma ball up
think you sick then lil’ n-gga talk up
they tryna copy the neat
they tryna copy the whole drip
from a half ounce to a whole brick
my n-ggas gone ride, yeah, they gon’ drift

[chorus: tallup twin]
hit a l!ck and now we all up
man tell ‘em free the gang and free up tallup
new opp pack, b-tch, i’ma ball up
think you sick then lil’ n-gga talk up
they tried to copy the neat
they tried to copy the whole drip
from a half ounce to a whole brick
my n-ggas gone ride, yeah, they gon’ drift

[verse 1: fb]
they tried to copy the neat
they just wanna be gang, gang
s.o.s yeah we still let it bang, bang
talk up we’ll let a n-gga’s brain hang
new opp pack b-tch i’ma ball up
shoutout j neat n-gga and tallup
f-ck a drive-by n-gga i’ma walk up
whip the soft ‘till i see that sh-t lock up
whole brick and it came wit a neat stamp
she need me but i told her that i need bands
i got fiends n-gga i don’t really need fans
i got bro’s n-gga i don’t really need friends
take a loss and i still bounce right back
self-made and they still don’t like that
came home and he still went right back
yeah i know it get real and it’s like that
so free my brothas out dat can, ho!
lil bro purging, yeah he shootin sh-t just like rambo
i know they want my life but voices saying that i can’t go
voices saying that i can’t go

[verse 2: j neat]
why you tryna copy the neat?
got a .40 when i’m up in these streets
ray allen when i shoot for the three
got a bando jumpin like some fleas
she on her knees like she praying
they ain’t bout sh-t that they saying
just walk up on ‘em then we face ‘em
he a demon he gone meet satan
whole team makin money now
try to run off, we gone hunt him down
revy gang sh-lls don’t touch the ground
that’s fat neat that’s a hunned rounds
i just need ‘bout a hunned pounds
i just need ‘bout a hunned bricks
take a trip, that’s another flip
she on the pole, that’s another trick
aye, they don’t want smoke, can’t handle spliff
aye, we don’t slide my w-ssa’s drift
aye, hit a l!ck break it down to bits
aye, i’m wit tallup we gon’ empty the clip

[verse 3: tallup twin]
aye, my n-ggas gon ride, yeah, they gon drift
glock .40 or the four fifth
i got a young hitta from the four fifth
and all my n-gga know it’s neat
steady throwing up threes
rock wit’ courts gang shoutout the sheez
that’s the og’s from the g
money on my mind like all day
fans screaming gang from far away
more magic, ball like hardaway
try me then i gotta take your heart away
n-ggas taking swag they be copying
they tryna be like them w-ssa’s, aye
if i want it i take it no borrowing
big dog sending streaks call it homage kid
givin out smoke you want none of it
jakes kick the door then i’m flushin it
16 in the clip and i’m dumpin it
adrenaline rushing sh-t
got a little bit of fame hoe’s rushing in
lemme squeeze on her back so i’m clutchin it
if a n-gga try me then i’m bustin it
and my block so cray fell in love wit it

- fb lyrics

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