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fbg young – crazy shit freestyle lyrics

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[intro]
ayy, yeah (what it do, my hitters?), it’s young on the track with it (godumb)
shout out all my hitters (what’s up, what’s up, my n+gga?), l’s (i’m with that)
ayy, billionaire, pour me up a four in that baby bottle, man, hahaha (number four, i see you, bro, let’s get it)
number three got a jock, cook the pole over the pot, man (f+ck the pot), i see you out here (fto), live from the ‘ville again (it’s young)
63rd hitters (right under the l hitters), l’s (tv, i’m with that)
two l’s up for shondale, man, that’s my brother from another mother, man, i’m still rocking with you

[verse]
i smoke loud ’til i od ’cause this world crazy
stay strapped, never lack, prayin’ that this thirty save me
but i never trip, i just be a man of it
this is real n+gga sh+t, you just a fan of it
never trust a b+tch ‘causе they’ll set you up
n+ggas act like hoеs and hoes like n+ggas, what the f+ck?
screamin’, “cpdk, free my broski” (free my n+ggas)
n+ggas talkin’ all crazy actin’ like they know me
i remember wooski had the .40, he’ll dump a opp
tow truck tried to mike, so he had to dump the jock (woop, woop)
so we coolin’ on the block in the ‘ville with it (with my n+ggas)
with the mask up, hitters off the pack gettin’ it, gettin’ it
folks ‘nem say show no love ‘fore i body it
so i keep my bat, man, and i’m robbin’ sh+t
n+ggas fake and they g+y, they h0m+ (they hoes)
separated from the fakes, i’m on my go+go
i’m just coolin’, flyer than my logo
stack some’, trust nothin’, i’m so solo (i ain’t f+ckin’ with ’em)
ayy, broski, n+ggas actin’ like they know me
like they sweet, like i ain’t totin’, like i’m ho and i ain’t blowin’ (they got me f+cked up)
now let’s take it to the block, it’s a hard life
i grew up with real n+ggas, sold hard white
note to self, do you, be your own man
l’s stand for leaders and we our own men
’bout money, but it’s f+ck young money (f+ck ’em)
and it’s mob, she don’t gets nothin’ from me, ho
[outro]
hold up, let the beat breathe
r.i.p. my n+ggas, man
r.i.p. shondale gregory
free [?] man
three letter gang, we bang, what’s up?



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