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fmb dz, sada baby & rio da yung og - the whoop way lyrics

[intro: fmb dz & sada baby]
yeah
(my n+gga lee, i think we got another one)
huh, ayy, ayy, ayy (here we go, hmm)

[verse 1: fmb dz & sada baby]
four thousand dollar ‘fit and i ain’t doin’ nothin’ (what else?)
boy, i ain’t worried ’bout sh+t, my whole team crunchin’ (what else?)
hit him in his sh+t with that stick for all that mean muggin’
i only trust my brother with my life ’cause we been thuggin’
(talk)
spin a n+gga’s block two times like i left somethin’
we gon’ spin the b+tch a third time if we don’t whack nothin’ (okay)
i told the plug to bring me ten, he brung me ten more (ten more)
any n+gga disrespect me, we lettin’ the fin blow, baow

[verse 2: rio da yung og & sada baby]
should’ve been with nick, ’cause i can sell a key (hmm)
plus i keep the glock and i walk around with brick fare, that don’t include my watch (naw)
oh, your daddy got bricks? introduce me to your pops so i can rob his ass
doggy tried to run from the k, got shot in the ass (bang)
and i ain’t tryna say i broke nothin’, but we just dropped glass
hi+tech, you drinkin’ cut lean, why you ain’t high yet? (hmm, lame)
he pulled up with his whole kit on and got it hijacked (redneck, ayy)
dub on me, all twenties, thigh pads, each pocket five racks

[verse 3: sada baby]
forty thousand on me while i’m in my fear of gods (no cap)
bet that drac’ make an athiest believe in god (no kizzy)
p+ssy n+gga keep on lookin’ at us, we gon’ rob him blind (no cap)
my favorite fiend favorite jeans is calvin klein
extra twenty thousand on the top of the racks that i made while i was sleep, i forgot why you made
shoot him in his smile, make him frown, make his mama mad
pull up to the viewing, etch the wall, grab his mama ass, duh (i will)

[verse 4: fmb dz & sada baby]
boy, i got your life in my pocket, i can buy your ass (i can)
have my young dawg outside your house ready to fry your ass (he is)
my n+ggas winnin’, y’all n+ggas lied (all cap)
my n+ggas livin’, y’all n+ggas died (all dead)
skub said f+ck him, so it’s f+ck slime (on god)
n+ggas knowin’ i ain’t goin’, i’ll die for mines (okay)
i’ll never sell my soul, f+ck them dotted lines (mhm)
caught him at the light late night, hit him thirty times, whoop

[verse 5: rio da yung og]
we just drunk a whole pint, me, d, and skuba (all night)
nine hit him in his head two times, give him the mark of buddha (let’s get it)
just ’cause you got a gun don’t mean sh+t, i done shot shooters (i swear)
m5 with thirty hangin’ off it, bro, this not a ruger (it’s not)
man, y’all n+ggas not no k!llers (b+tch+ass n+ggas)
with a chocolate b+tch gettin’ topped, but my pop vanilla
in that drophead, me and moe, baby chopper with us
we’ll pop some big sh+t on a n+gga and have him cartwheeling (ayy)

[verse 6: sada baby]
me and stewie throwin’ gang signs, deezy uppin’ fives
my daddy ‘nem be ridin’ with a chopper, d+lo down to slide
you gon’ really make him have to shoot you, he get out the ride (okay)
your baby mama kinda cute, i f+ck her from the side
i had s+x with his wife, august alsina (entanglement)
hit her with the money shot, skuba val venis
get back gang bust a brain, we get over+even (ah)
overk!ll, sada baby, i owe ’em big

[verse 7: fmb dz & sada baby]
all my n+ggas demons, all my n+ggas on go for real
put the press on you, boy, i know you a ho for real (yeah)
you ain’t even knowin’ that your b+tch, she a thot for real (yeah)
f+ck sendin’ shots on a song, get you shot for real (okay)

[verse 8: rio da yung og & sada baby]
man, y’all n+ggas don’t want smoke for real (naw)
i know some ooh+heads that don’t even take an ounce of blow to k!ll (what else?)
i’m on percocets tryna f+ck all night, i don’t wanna chill (what else?)
bustdown watch, chain, and bracelet, i don’t want a grill (nah)

[verse 9: sada baby]
but i got a grill, use ’em to squeeze your b+tch breastmilk (ah)
approach a n+gga the wrong way and get your chest filled
pyrex just disintegrate sh+t, watch his chest melt (melt)
eastside heavyweight champ, that’s my best belt (mmm, duh)

- fmb dz sada baby rio da yung og lyrics

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