fbg young - can’t match my flee lyrics
[intro: fbg young & fbg dutchie]
clout boyz (whoo, whoo)
g+a+n+g (whoo, huh)
fly boy gang ()
clout boyz
n+ggas can’t match my flee (at all, at all, nah)
n+ggas can’t match my flee (let’s get it)
no+no, yeah (gang, gang, gang)
g+a+n+g (gang, gang, gang, gang)
[chorus: fbg young, fbg dutchie & ]
it’s a tragedy, n+ggas mad at me (why?)
’cause they can’t match my flee (nah), n+ggas can’t match my flee (at all)
g+a+n+g (gang, gang, gang), n+ggas can’t match my flee (at all)
n+ggas can’t match my flee (nah), n+ggas can’t match my flee (n+ggas can’t match my flee)
it’s a tragedy, n+ggas mad at me (it’s dutchie)
’cause they can’t match my flee, nah,
g+a+n+g, n+ggas can’t match my flee (huh?)
n+ggas can’t match my flee (huh? huh?), n+ggas can’t match my flee (let’s get it)
[verse 1: fbg dutchie]
n+ggas can’t match my flee (nah), my wrist a masterpiece (yeah)
i’m ballin’ like a hooper (whoo, whoo+whoo), no, i’m not a athlete
my belt say double g (gucci) or it might louis v. (louis)
your girlfriend on my deno, so i let her chew a g (tell her give me top)
my wrist is gettin’ ‘nat cold (cold), my chain is gettin’ ‘nat froze (brr)
your girlfriend f+ckin’ with that white girl, stuff it up her nose (thotiana)
shawty got the greenlight ‘causе you know that b+tch gon’ go (she goin’)
and my whole team flee, so who f+ckin’ hеr, who knows? (who knows?)
i say money, money, money, b+tch, i got a lot of gwop (them bands)
i got hitters in the cuts and they firin’ lots of shots (grrlah, boom, boom, boom, boom)
i be hittin’ up the parties (the parties), i be f+ckin’ all the thots (thots)
i be rockin’ max and trues (trueys), but i rock a lot of rocks (let’s get it)
[chorus: fbg young & fbg dutchie]
it’s a tragedy (uh+huh), n+ggas mad at me (yeah)
’cause they can’t match my flee (uh+huh), n+ggas can’t match my flee (it’s younggodumb)
g+a+n+g (godumb), n+ggas can’t match my flee (it’s young)
n+ggas can’t match my flee (nah), n+ggas can’t match my flee (n+ggas can’t match my flee)
it’s a tragedy, n+ggas mad at me (why?)
’cause they can’t match my flee (at all), n+ggas can’t match my flee
g+a+n+g (gang, gang, gang), n+ggas can’t match my flee (godumb, godumb)
n+ggas can’t match my flee (nah, let’s get it), n+ggas can’t match my flee (let’s get it)
[verse 2: fbg young]
homicide, godumb, i be chillin’ things (b+tch, it’s younggodumb)
my shirts came from tokyo (uh+huh), horseshoes my jeans (trues)
ones krispy kreme (uh+huh), scuff ’em, pop his jellybean (bah, bah)
next stop, green line, clout boyz the money team (bah, bah, bah+bah)
and i got that molly (molly), got that mary, got them flats (i got that)
push the work like strollers (work?), everybody movin’ jabs (we got them packs)
hit my iphone, you know i keep it on deck (h+llo? h+llo?)
la fitness, b+tch, you know i blow flex (i blow flex)
ridin’ high, smokin’ dope (skrrt, skrrt), i’m tryna duck the people (get low, get low)
yesterday it was polo, today, i might do diesel (uh+huh, uh+huh)
tomorrow, it might be truey, sunday, it was gucci (double g)
wrist, michael kors (bling, bling), i be ballin’ on these goofies (swish)
[chorus: fbg young & fbg dutchie]
it’s a tragedy, n+ggas mad at me (why?)
’cause they can’t match my flee (nah), n+ggas can’t match my flee (at all)
g+a+n+g (gang, gang, gang), n+ggas can’t match my flee (at all)
n+ggas can’t match my flee (nah), n+ggas can’t match my flee (n+ggas can’t match my flee)
it’s a tragedy, n+ggas mad at me (why?)
’cause they can’t match my flee (at all), n+ggas can’t match my flee (nah)
g+a+n+g (gang, gang, gang), n+ggas can’t match my flee (let’s get it)
n+ggas can’t match my flee (nah, let’s get it), n+ggas can’t match my flee (let’s get it)
it’s a tragedy, n+ggas mad at me (why?)
’cause they can’t match my flee (nah), n+ggas can’t match my flee (at all)
g+a+n+g (gang, gang, gang), n+ggas can’t match my flee (at all)
n+ggas can’t match my flee (nah), n+ggas can’t match my flee (n+ggas can’t match my flee)
it’s a tragedy, n+ggas mad at me (why?)
’cause they can’t match my flee (at all), n+ggas can’t match my flee (nah)
g+a+n+g (gang, gang, gang), n+ggas can’t match my flee (let’s get it)
n+ggas can’t match my flee (nah, let’s get it), n+ggas can’t match my flee (let’s get it)
[outro]
(levi, you crazy)
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