a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

fbg young – doa in due time lyrics

[fbg young]
we sliding, they hiding
can’t find em
we riding through the d like a uber
we toting them glocks like its fashion
i’m roling up dope with the shooters
n-gga play cray, get a casket
hit him up and he still living
we at the hospital waiting on the surviver
yeah yeah
baby chopper with the nuts on em
pull up on em then bust on em
margielas won’t re-rock
spent the opps on em, put scuff on em
i’m in the trap with my youngins
rap sh-t a hobby, i’m really a guns man
i’m in yo city and not for a show
its just me and my shooters, we hunting
four shooters we behind them tints
we riding with sticks, tryna’ dirty the bl!ck
and the 30 for brick
b-tch
he rocking yo chain, that must be yo b-tch
neighborhood shooters
pop out the cut and wet his whole outfit
leave him dead broke, i want his wrist
he looking hungry i’ma feed him the sig

[fbg duck]
i got a lil’ something to say, i just gotta let that out
i was gon’ behave this year, i was gon’ shut my mouth
they playing with my brother name though, i just can’t shut that out
i told them k!llers to chill, you brought them right back out
you got a lil’ bread huh
you ain’t that scared huh
bro you safe when you come to chiraq
oh, that’s what he said huh
you must ain’t checking the score
on how many of them n-ggas dead huh
let me guess you gave yo shooter a 50
and he just gon’ spray it huh
we ain’t gon’ come to yo city
gon’ wait till you come to our city
that’s how we gon’ play it huh
you should’ve watched what you said
b-tch when you said it
you shouldn’t have said nothing
f-ck you gon’ say, you ain’t know
try to act slow, and blame it on meds huh
you think you can say what you said
then be able to lay in yo bed huh
you asked who am i, and they told you n0body
yesterday i had a dream i caught 4 bodies
woke up and wanted to catch a for sure body
you better hope it ain’t yo body
they want me to leave but b-tch i ain’t budging
talking ’bout guns, we got them by the dozens
foolie be talking ’bout he smoking on brick
well somebody tell him i’m smoking his cousin

[fbg young]
two twin 40’s and them b-tches got legs on em
swipe the pipes every time we put they mans no them
tec with the cooler plus it got the fan on it
and this new glock from australia
how i get my hands on

[fbg duck]
sh-lls jumping out my glizzy, my sh-t got the hiccups
knock yo brain to the floor, they gotta pick yo sh-t up
before we head shot you, stupid it’s a f-cking stick up
you smoking brick up in the lobby till we blow that b-tch up

[fbg young]
i brought two to switch up, my lil’ boo got one tucked
that lil’ boo i mix up, that b-tch “thoo” now you slumped
masked up like pakistanis, baby chopper shipped from france
chopper with the scope is staring, body bags and ambulance

[fbg duck]
this gun go off, this b-tch gon’ shake the ground
hammer man
young say he want n-gga dead, you know its happening
call the shooter, head shot the dummy
f-ck, clap him then
man i’m so sick and f-cking tired of these rapping friends
matching shorts, g-y -ss n-ggas probably got some matching pants
i don’t know, g-y -ss n-ggas probably got a matching dance
catch yo grandma out there eating
and knock her food out her f-cking hand
don’t let them send you off, n0body’s safe
cause we not f-cking playing

- fbg young lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS