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fbg young & fbg dutchie - new pack lyrics

[intro: fbg young]
(ooh, waldo soprano)
ayy, flip the block once, we ain’t see nothin’
flip the block twice, i think i caught one
hit his f+ckin’ top when i walk up

[chorus: fbg young]
i just want that load like a dump truck (dump truck)
b+tch, i’m stickin’ to the code to run my funds up (run them funds up)
wet a n+gga ’til he drown, he is not tough (n+ggas not tough)
hawk him down to milwaukee just for my bucks (just for my bucks)
and my shooter leave him slumped, he give no f+cks (he give no f+cks)
patch a n+gga on a poster, then go post up (then we post up)
new pack came in, roll more blunts (roll more blunts)
new pack came in, roll more blunts (n+gga, roll up)
[verse 1: fbg dutchie]
yeah, yeah, new pack came in, need more ‘woods (we need more ‘woods)
new opps got smoked, wе need more ‘woods (we need more ‘woods)
would f+ck your lil’ wifе, nah, the wh0re good (n+gga, the wh0re good)
and i’ve been smokin’ cal’ fire, we need more ‘woods (dope)
[?] status, gettin’ money, n+gga, thumbs up (n+gga, thumbs up)
don’t be a dumb f+ck (lil’ dumb f+ck)
lil’ n+gga, good luck (yeah, good luck)
pull up in that straight, we’ll dump some’
unload and reload, that’s a dump truck, b+tch
we just put a drum in a nickel
i catch, get caught in a pickle
i’ma dump the crowd, simple, [?] (crease him)
face flip ‘im, wait, b+tch, we smokin’ temples (tops)
hit his ass, get him (yah)
.40 blast, k!ll him (glah, b+tch, gang)

[chorus: fbg young]
i just want that load like a dump truck (dump truck)
b+tch, i’m stickin’ to the code to run my funds up (run them funds up)
wet a n+gga ’til he drown, he is not tough (n+ggas not tough)
hawk him down to milwaukee just for my bucks (just for my bucks)
and my shooter leave him slumped, he give no f+cks (he give no f+cks)
patch a n+gga on a poster, then go post up (then we post up)
new pack came in, roll more blunts (roll more blunts)
new pack came in, roll more blunts (n+gga, roll up)
[verse 2: fbg young]
put your ass on this glock (yeah)
put your homie on this rug’ (stupid f+ck)
big+ass nick’ knock his ass out his shoes (do+do+do)
i was in the trap, that sh+t had me skippin’ school (trap)
and i didn’t go to class, i was smellin’ like that nu’ (yeah)
f+ck a deal in the trap and we got deals (we got deals)
i’m stickin’ to the code, boy, this sh+t for real (yeah, yeah)
i’m tryna take care of the fam like uncle phil (yeah)
my neck and wrist on chill (huh)
that nu’ came vacuum sealed
hit your block once, we see no one (who is that?)
hit your block twice, i think i caught one (i caught his ass)
you n+ggas say they gang like they know us (who is you?)
we some stretch gang stretchers, on folks ‘nem (yeah, yeah)

- fbg young fbg dutchie lyrics

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