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fbg dutchie - to the store lyrics

[intro]
r.i.p. bt
trap money (gang), gang (gang)
ganged out, still ain’t changin’, huh, huh, huh (gang+gang+gang, gang+gang+gang)
huh, huh, huh, go, go (gang+gang+gang, got that thang+thang+thang)
sh+t was runnin’ low
brrt (i woke up this morning)
runnin’ low (i gotta go back to the store, yeah)
go (huh)

[chorus]
i woke up this morning, all i heard was the door
fiends goin’ crazy, ain’t hear my phone, my sh+t was low (brrt)
then i went to my stash and my sh+t was runnin’ low (what the f+ck?)
first thing hit my mind: i gotta go and get some more
i gotta go back to the store, i gotta go back to the store (go)
line goin’ crazy and i’m workin’ with that woah (that woah, them os)
i gotta go back to the store, i gotta go back to the store
the hypes, they goin’ nuts, i want their bucks, lil’ b+tch, on folks (huh?), go (go)
[verse 1]
first thing’s first, let me do this pass out (go)
and i got that thing that make these n+ggas pass out (cho)
lil’ b+tch on my d+ck, that’s ’cause i got them bands now (so?)
she better sit her ass down (go), i’m tryna move these grams ’round (go)
oh man, d+mn, clown (woah), i’m runnin’ low, re+up (let’s get it)
gotta break some sh+t down just to make sure we up (let’s get it)
your b+tch ain’t f+ckin’ ’round, she just hit me up (brrt, h+llo?)
i told her ass to eat up and i f+cked her knees up (top me)
we up, liftoff, pump, jump, kris kross (go)
i’m workin’ with that sh+t, dawg, that sh+t i’m tryna get off (that work)
made your thotty knock me (top), had broski knock some sh+t
b+tch, i ain’t rick ross (nah), but dutcho ass a big boss (ah, ah)
i’m sippin’ drank (trappin’), i’m smokin’ dank (trappin’)
off the zip (trappin’) and the paint (trappin’)
where the o+z and that p+t?
i feel l+sty (trappin’), then—

[chorus]
i woke up this morning, all i heard was the door
fiends goin’ crazy, ain’t hear my phone, my sh+t was low (brrt)
then i went to my stash and my sh+t was runnin’ low (what the f+ck?)
first thing hit my mind: i gotta go and get some more
i gotta go back to the store, i gotta go back to the store (go)
line goin’ crazy and i’m workin’ with that woah (that woah, them os)
i gotta go back to the store, i gotta go back to the store
the hypes, they goin’ nuts, i want their bucks, lil’ b+tch, on folks (huh?), go (go)
[verse 2]
b+tch, we sippin’ out the pint like the [?], who that? (true that)
i be in the field with the steel ’cause they’ll do that (huh)
plug b+tch hit my line and she cryin’, tryna do that (top)
that’s a not fair trade, where the cake? b+tch nu’ that (k!ll that sh+t), k!ll that
silly uncle, weezy f., a milli’ up on n+ggas, but
i ain’t do it, that was lil’ billy, boy (billionaire)
ayy, though, free crack, where the sack? that was bibby, boy
so let you hold what? i don’t credit, you’s a silly boy, goofy
lil’ funny f+ck, get your goof’+ass (goofy)
“the first, on the next monday, cho,” get your goof’+ass up outta here (goofy)
pelle pelle my outerwear, move that dope, get it outta there
f+ck the opps, then get up outta there, and if tow truck smack, i’m gettin’ outta there (foe’nem grave)
but until then, i’m performin’
it’s two o’clock in the morning and i’m mixin’ d with dormin
this sh+t wet like [?] pipes on morgan
ayy, just bought my foreign and now i’m finna park on st. lawrence

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