fbg young - today lyrics
[intro]
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[chorus]
okay, today (what’s today?)
don’t wanna talk to n0body
i don’t f+ck with no snitches, i’m still scared from old bodies
okay, today
don’t wanna shoot nothin’? (ayy)
don’t wanna boot up? (ayy)
i’m declinin’ all thotties, i ain’t got sh+t for no b+tch
if she ain’t my baby mama, ayy, ayy
the other day, they was treatin’ us like we was nothin’
you can’t blackball the bottom, my whole gang put up numbers
like every day, gotta ride around with them bumpers
’cause i got a lil’ boy, gotta make it back to my youngin’, ayy
[verse 1]
my b+tch want some inches
i got great chopper+tendance
i’ll pull up like a uber, i can serve you in a instance
and my diamonds got good clarity, new tesla car not rented
[?] serve a p [?], uh
[?] my [?], uh
racked up like it’s tennis, yeah
cook it like a butler
i’m like butler with the glizzy
i’m on gas, i can’t let up, uh
my chain must’ve catch her, uh
two hundred my car go
smokin’ ‘woods, it burn my leather up
glock came with the beam
spent four hundred to hold my pants up
your b+tch wrote her mans, huh
told her i’m not her man, huh
i came with the mop like a janitor
i’m the bandman, i ain’t scammin’ ya
[chorus]
okay, today (what’s today?)
don’t wanna talk to n0body
i don’t f+ck with no snitches, i’m still scared from old bodies
okay, today
don’t wanna shoot nothin’? (ayy)
don’t wanna boot up? (ayy)
i’m declinin’ all thotties, i ain’t got sh+t for no b+tch
if she ain’t my baby mama, ayy, ayy
the other day, they was treatin’ us like we was nothin’
you can’t blackball the bottom, my whole gang put up numbers
like every day, gotta ride around with them bumpers
’cause i got a lil’ boy, gotta make it back to my youngin’, ayy
[verse 2]
huh, cook it up like jefe, dirty+ass sk
benjis on my cash kit, trap run through my dna
neighbors tryna buy the block, i can sell six ps a day
leave your whole top bl++dy red, give your ass lil yachty braids
chopper came with two clips, shootin’ at your head and neck
don’t think that you camoflauge, be camoflauge in your grave
popped two beans, can’t let up, i’m lost, need directions
pockets [?]
smoke him and the witness
i’m still scared from old bodies, heard these n+ggas snitchin’
gotta take care of my young boy, so i’m sellin’ [?]
and we smoked the nosy neighbor, should’ve mind his business
[chorus]
okay, today (what’s today?)
don’t wanna talk to n0body
i don’t f+ck with no snitches, i’m still scared from old bodies
okay, today
don’t wanna shoot nothin’? (ayy)
don’t wanna boot up? (ayy)
i’m declinin’ all thotties, i ain’t got sh+t for no b+tch
if she ain’t my baby mama, ayy, ayy
the other day, they was treatin’ us like we was nothin’
you can’t blackball the bottom, my whole gang put up numbers
like every day, gotta ride around with them bumpers
’cause i got a lil’ boy, gotta make it back to my youngin’, ayy
[outro]
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