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fbg murda - bump down lyrics

bump down with over a hundred sum shots out the whip we exchanging that lead
one got away but his brother got hit in the face, sh+t was tragic caught one to the head
that n+gga a demon when he with his partners
i catch him without em a f+ck n+gga scared
don’t give me a reason to send you b+tch ass to the doctors
get popped n+ggas know how we play it

this dead ass n+gga rolled up in a wood
30 poking its under my shirt
ain’t gotta ask if he in that car when we spinning then you know he done put in some work
we been on they ass lil bro still ain’t took off his mask, he was mad he ain’t get at them first
23 got a flash, switch got this b+tch shooting fast, out the window i’m leaving em hurt
he gon wanna crash when his see his bro onna shirt, he was dissing i don’t give a f+ck
( i don’t )
this b+tch hold 40 but i put 34 in it
b+tch this play for tha books
told em suit up jump out the back of the truck, we hop out just filling em up
tell bro and them suit up jump out the truck we hop out just filling em up
if you can’t do a miss
don’t speak on that shat in yo diss
when we spin a n+gga sh+t getting touched
half of these n+ggas ain’t putting up work what the f+ck yo b+tch ass got a gun for
n+ggas keep shooting at bricks, can’t see what you hit might as well shoot with a blindfold
new glock 9, came around got his ass slimed
cross a n+gga out like rondo
this b+tch fine send her dumbass for the drop
when we get it we spin that b+tch pr+nto
this dead ass n+gga rolled up in a wood
30 poking its under my shirt
ain’t gotta ask if he in that car when we spinning then you know he done put in some work
we been on they ass lil bro still ain’t took off his mask, he was mad he ain’t get at them first, 23 got a flash, switch got this b+tch shooting fast, out the window i’m leaving em hurt
brudda pulled up on the end of they street
let me out with this glee finna see if he run

this sh+t deep, don’t aim at nun below the knee, hit his top n+gga get sh+t done
this glock on my pants like a crease, better not make me tweak imma blow it don’t do nun dumb like get on feet, if a n+gga ain’t swinging that door when we spin then can’t even come
n+ggas been ducking since we got tha drop, they know how we pull up in park sh+t get sh+t hot, extensions come with every glock
man he heard that switch go off i see him on his block, them young n+ggas ain’t sparing sh+t, get caught in the mix any n+gga getting shot, b+tch able to put up them kids
i’ll blow at a jit and put his little one in a box

- fbg murda lyrics

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