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fbg young - friendly reminder lyrics

[intro]
go
what?
bodies, bodies on the floor, yeah (lollypop)
we on him, yeah

[chorus]
when i wake up, i kiss my drac’, i thank the lord, but don’t hit the floor
take a p+ss and grab my bl!ck, don’t leave my five, i got to go (brr, b+tch)
never cry when blood spilled, i’m ready to suit up, let’s get it on (let’s go, yeah)
we can k!ll him here or stalk his lo’ (right now) and catch his ass at home (brr)
switched the plates on the brand+new v (yeah), four shooters gonna bounce with arp (skrrt)
we’ll do this sh+t on the ring camera (right now), everybody came with ski’s (brr)
he sеnt him back draggin’ his dead friends, eight hats ain’t еnough for me
why they playin’ like they can’t be touched? you don’t know how far i reach (go)

[verse]
make me mad and i’ll go out my way to put a n+gga six+feet (yeah)
chopper bullet rip a lung, i know he hit ’cause how he breathin’ (got him)
say it in my ear, i ain’t heard that, why you smokin’, who? these n+ggas tweakin’ (what?)
drop the lo’, we can go hat+for+hat, now merch it, ask the reaper (okay, goofy)
i done wrapped so many rap n+ggas, i’m in the graveyard doin’ features (for sure)
stepped on sh+t and left some ‘prints, but never no clues, n+gga, i’m g+nius
we spin with chops, we bounce out on ya (we spinnin’), you better not fall, you f+cked (yeah, okay)
you’ll be the next n+gga they draggin’ back, you try to spin on us (brr, okay, uh)
i was just chillin’, i was just tryna relax (ooh), these n+ggas done turned me up (ooh, b+tch)
totin’ no drac’ in no backpack, goin’ like— (nah), k!ll him with all his thugs
after foenem, so many hits got busted, they turn to spin on us (on god)
heard through the wind he miss his twin, these n+ggas should watch what they say for (rapper)
n+ggas nice as h+ll, they play both sides, if you a gangster, drop your nuts (come on)
i knew he was dead before spotnews said, “that boy was runtz”
he on live swingin’ the draco, but when he died, where was his gun? (where his gun? dummy)
who the f+ck come back one less up on a hit? (who?) boy, hang it up (brr, yeah)
boy, you lil’ boys play too much (play too much, lollypop)
what he snortin’? angel dust (okay)
you can tell he ain’t k!ll sh+t ’cause he say too much
blow my fire, n+ggas made me mad (bah)
i’m totin’ the chopper when i get off the ‘gram (brr)
i run with k!llers, they shoot a face off a n+gga, now it’s hard to tell who it is (brr, brr, brr, b+tch)
[chorus]
when i wake up, i kiss my drac’, i thank the lord, but don’t hit the floor (good mornin’)
take a p+ss and grab my bl!ck (okay, yeah), don’t leave my five, i got to go (never)
never cry when blood spilled (nah), i’m ready to suit up, let’s get it on (let’s go, brr)
we can k!ll him here or stalk his lo’ (right now) and catch his ass at home (brr, brr, brr)
switched the plates on the brand+new v (yeah), four shooters bounce out with arp (come on, got him)
we’ll do this sh+t on the ring camera (right now), everybody came with ski’s (go)
he sent him back draggin’ his dead friends (yeah), eight hats ain’t enough for me (dummy)
why they playin’ like they can’t be touched? (why you playin’?) you don’t know how far i reach (go)

[outro]
go, go, go, go (you don’t know how far i reach)
go (this ain’t no diss, but you know brains comin’ out it, this like, this just a message)

- fbg young lyrics

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