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fmb dz - my block lyrics

[intro: fmb dz]
hmm
fast money boyz
yeah
ooh, ayy, ayy

[verse 1: fmb dz]
i done blew so much money f-ckin’ with the drank
i just made two hundred bands, let’s go to the bank
fast money, heavyweight, i’m the biggest ape
i’ll get your -ss dropped somewhere out of state
me and jefe off a pint, i can barely move
i just popped a whole perky and went to the moon
i got blood in my cup, blood on my shoes
i just f-cked the baddest b-tch and left her in the room
i spent four thousand for this ‘fit, i think i’m all that
cleat check around this b-tch, shout out allblack
when i hit her i’ll be done, i don’t call back
i don’t believe these rap n-gg-s, i think it’s all cap
i ain’t had sh-t but a stick, tryna shoot and trip
times change, now i’m on rodeo with the baddest b-tch
high as h-ll in the bentley truck goin’ the wrong way
get me back to my resort, i had a long day
in the fifty zone with fifty on me, i’m with fifty n-gg-s
you just be rapping, you ain’t active, you ain’t with the k!llers
you don’t be trapping, your broke -ss has never caught a package
sit the f-ck down before i push your n-gg-s’ sh-t back

[chorus: fmb dz]
we got fn’s, we got chopsticks
i bet that ar hit what the glock miss
flyin’ first cl-ss, b-tch, i’m somewhere by the c-ckpit
i’m just a young rich n-gg- on some fly sh-t, yeah
i need a lamborghini on my block, huh
i’m tryna spend two-fifty on my watch, huh
had your b-tch gettin’ busy on the yacht
god can k!ll me right now if that’s a lie

[verse 2: allblack]
these ain’t amf bowling cleats, look again
i blew sixty bands last week and still got one-ten
fell out with family, up the strap on them so-called friends
tell n-gg-s no one time and watch how they bash your head
on stage at rolling loud, strap slippin’ down my pants
sleep paralysis, i hate layin’ down in the bed
since n-gg-s know so much, tell me, what’s two plus two?
since n-gg-s got so much drip, why your ‘fit so boo?
since n-gg-s hate black so much, why i ain’t been blues?
n-gg-s be out here tellin’ stories like they ain’t county blues
max off that tan, if you move wrong, i’ma bust
eyes rollin’ back like ghetto girls, dc, p-ss the buffs
i got billboards on that blade by the taco truck
i bend two corners like a trick and break on a mutt
turn on that rockstar sh-t and make a white b-tch choose up
put her on x and xx, that’s a thousand a nut

[outro: fmb dz & allblack]
we got fn’s, we got chopsticks
i bet that ar hit what the glock miss
yes, it will, yes, it will
yes, it will, yes, it will, yes, it will

- fmb dz lyrics

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