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fmb dz - oppletizer lyrics

[intro]
the biggest

[verse]
heard the streets said i fell off, they think i lost it, uh
n+gga, i done took some major l’s and they had to chop it up
specialize in walking n+ggas down, won’t see ’em walking up
them n+ggas gotta get they money up before they talk to us
i dropped four tapes in one year, i had the city flooded
drop lil’ n+ggas and homie down, the whole city loved it
rockin’ with my n+ggas to the end ’cause, b+tch, we need the chillin
i’m the reason n+ggas screamin’, “woop”, i got the city bloodin’
i’m the reason n+ggas think they apes, b+tch, i’m the biggest ape
used to be the n+gga on the hound movin’ state to state
told unc’ to watch the parking lot while i bust the play
had to cut my young n+gga off ’cause he ain’t bust a drac’
we ain’t gotta sneak on p+ssy n+ggas, we go face to face
we’d pull up on you broad day and cover up your plates
n+ggas know what time it is with me, just an excuse about it
me and gang did it on our own, we don’t need n0body
we just tried to put you on the plate if they ain’t eatin’ with you
knock a n+gga out his chrome heart, hit a deep tissue
ain’t no n+gga never pressed us, know we keep with you
put a switch on a dumb bet, sound like a four+wheeler
sound like a fat motor, .223s flip his scat over
knock his roof off, too much smoke blew his boots off
my young n+gga hit the money shot and got the win for me
can’t have no n+ggas sittin’ around me if they don’t spend for me
got thirty thousand on me on the east with the ten on me
since a lil’ n+gga, i’ve been thuggin’ in the hood with it
headshot, every time i squeeze, my aim good with it
in the maybach truck on ocean drive smokin’ ‘woods in it
got two petty trucks trailing me with the wolves in it
you put some money on me, you gon’ have to spend a full ticket
don’t be bullsh+ttin’, this big business, you better stand on it
i put some grams on you, have the reaper put his hands on you
throw your ass a party, pull up, let the bullets dance on you
n+gga know he can’t do sh+t with me, i’m too advanced for you
i could put some money on your head and have your mans smoke you
b+tch, you know it’s ten thousand flexed, you want the whoop open
your b+tch been winnin’ ever since she let the whoop coach her
it’s vs1s and aps, i got too bad to look closer
in a five+star restaurant with the stick pokin’
f+ck around and see an opp, i’m bustin’ sh+t open
i can’t let these n+ggas catch me slippin’ ’cause it’s up there
yeah, once it’s blood on this beef, you know it’s stuck there
they want the old me now, i’m sick these n+ggas still ain’t hold me down
a hundred thousand on me, this ain’t your ordinary turnaround
[outro]
n+gga
a hundred thousand on me, this ain’t your ordinary turnaround, n+gga
not talkin’ ’bout no tens, twenties, thirties, none of that, n+gga
talkin’ ’bout a big hunbun, n+gga
f+ck what you talkin’ ’bout, n+gga
biggest whoop, n+gga
better watch your mothef+ckin’ tone when you talkin’ to the apes
yeah, fast money
little+ass boys
the whoop way
whoop
yeah

- fmb dz lyrics

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