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fbg murda - real dallas lyrics

[intro]
(d+mn, finngotit)
ah, ah, ah, come on, come on, come on (grrt, grrt)
it sound like y’all should run (come on, ayy, let this sh+t, go, n+gga)
ayy, turn me up, n+gga
ayy, f+ck the opps, fto, n+gga (for real)
ayy, otssge (alright)

[chorus]
n+gga, i’m up, bro, if it’s somethin’ for less than a ball, youngin say he’ll k!ll for an onion (youngin say he’ll k!ll for a onion)
it’s been a minute since i had to risk my craft, tell them b+tch+ass pigs, “free monkey” (tell them b+tch+ass pigs, “free monkey”)
we come through blowin’, everybody out there targets, shoot whoever up in the function (grrt)
bro tryna harder than a b+tch, pulled up to this ho on a monday, get left on a sunday (get left on a sunday)

[verse 1]
that ho was tweakin’, i take me a switch ‘way to germany and probably bump heads with a russian (i’d probably bump hеads with a russian)
my b+tch dropped the bomb, on bro, n+gga, f+ck you and wait, p+ss me off, i’ll comе drop another (i’ll come drop another)
s7100 in this b+tch, who they signed ’em all and they b+tch+ass wasn’t on nothin’ (and they b+tch+ass wasn’t on nothin’)
five of them safety’s, jumped out with sheistys, them switches, them b+tch+ass n+ggas kept runnin’ (them b+tch+ass n+gga kept runnin’)
blg band, that’s a washed+up rapper (he a b+tch)
made a post, last twenty+four hours was duckin’ (twenty+four hours was duckin’)
find somethin’ safer to do or go play with your ho, i’m a dangerous young n+gga with money (i’m a dangerous young n+gga with money)
drac’, drac’ still lurkin’, strapped down with a grown man gun, leave a little+ass kid three hundred (leave a little+ass+kid three hundred)
your man get nothin’, this sh+t off of playin; with bricks, n+gga, i ain’t never f+cked with no junkies (i ain’t never f+cked with no junkies)
these b+tches goin’ just off my name, my merch and it’s different when she out here livin’ (it’s different when she out here livin’)
i could f+ck all of my exes if i want, but i don’t ’cause my b+tch got an ass, wanna build it (b+tch got an ass, wanna build it)
chop all my opps in the wind, catch a n+gga on this side of town, drop somethin’, on business (drop somethin’, business, brrt)
can’t f+ck with a broke+ass, opp n+ggas safe ’cause i’m rich and i’m certified, i’ll stand in the middle (i’ll send straight fire)
this 323 came with a big+ass mush, tryna smoke one of these cap+ass n+ggas (smoke one of these cap+ass n+ggas)
all about me, got bird face and throw it away (come on), i’m not one of these rat+ass n+ggas. i’m not one of these rappin’+ass n+ggas
somethin’ got left in the east, jumped out on feet, that’s another f+ckin’ hat in the vehicle (that’s another f+ckin’ hat in the vehicle)
it’s two deep, me and 6 up in ’round ot with a switch and leave that in a sprinter (bah, bah, bah, bah)
[chorus]
n+gga, i’m up, bro, if it’s somethin’ for less than a ball, youngin say he’ll k!ll for an onion (youngin say he’ll k!ll for a onion)
it’s been a minute since i had to risk my craft, tell them b+tch+ass pigs, “free monkey” (tell them b+tch+ass pigs, “free monkey”)
we come through blowin’, everybody out there targets (come on), shoot whoever up in the function (grrt, grrt)
bro tryna harder than a b+tch, pulled up to this ho on a monday, get left on a sunday

[verse 2]
them n+ggas hurtin’, he up with a little ass roll and that g can’t f+ck with me or nothin’ (n+gga, f+ck that g)
and since the fg, n+gga keep dissin’, tell him, “gg,” n+gga, get back for his brother (get back for your brother, b+tch)
i’ll probably pop out in gucci with off+white 1s with the gg’s leanin’ over my buckles
n+gga, free d (come on, come on), i been torturin’ sh+t through the 10, we the youngest cold k!llers with b+ttons (grrt, grrt)

[outro]
uh, come on (n+gga, free my brother, n+gga, f+ck the opps, n+gga)
yeah, come on
and act like y’all don’t know who it is (y’all ain’t gon’ like this)
y’all be duckin’ and sh+t
i saw your b+tch+ass in the mall, you wasn’t on nothin’
n+gga, your brother dead, why the f+ck you ain’t cuff him (don’t play with me)
on bro, uh, come on, uh, uh
keeve’ll rob your b+tch+ass
you don’t wan’ do nothin’ with me
that other rappin’+ass n+gga you called chicken
get it ‘fore you go sprung, where i’m at
uh, uh, n+gga, f+ck the opps, n+gga, you with them n+ggas, gon’ die with them
that rat+ass n+gga, haha, dead+ass, f+ck the opps, not f+ckin’ with him
haha, f+ck all this sh+t, i’m still havin’, y’all don’t have any drip
grrt, uh, free my brother

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