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FMB DZ

Give N Go

 

Give N Go

(album: The Gift 2 - 2018)


[Intro:]
Huh, ayy
The Don Dada
This is a Jay Johnson production

[FMB DZ:]
15k just to book me
Or you can give me 20 bowls of that Cookie
Lame ass, pussy ass nigga shoulda took me
Shot 8 times but hit me once, they was rookies
Niggas shoulda died coming out they momma's pussies
Talking crazy out yo' mouth, we hit 'em in it with' a fully
Get you touched without touching you, bitch I be with' bullies
It be hard to get in touch with' you 'cause we know you a pussy
Sliding through another nigga hood with' them sticks out
Nigga we don't believe in drive by's, we will get out
We gon' take the Benz North, and we gon' take that piss out
Presidential pent house, 'bout to put your bitch out
The lil' baby got a big bag so I cut into her
Ask her, "What you do"" she told me she a weed connoisseur
Say her daddy he a grower, now I'm acting like I know her
But she really ain't my cup of tea, I really wanna ho her
She done found out my real name, I really wanna blow her
Yeah, pops see the plug, it's some shit that I can show her
I done turnt up her lifestyle, she want big ice now
Got her body done, now she looking like a wife now
She want two kids now
Got brand new Benz now
Got her sissy's dub, she'll pull F&N out
This shit getting real fun, this bitch gone kill some'
We got a pill run, we seen a mil' from
Bitch I be in Milford, you be at the Hilton
I whip out chunks, nigga you be out here peeling
Nigga I be in Commerce stashing all the money
Trash bags everywhere, living room looking junky
Nigga I got cameras all around my crib
Nigga I put two chopsticks behind the fridge
Nigga I got some shit that'll knock down the bridge
Got a baby AR that'll knock off a head
Pour me some red, yeah
Give me some head, yeah
Cook me some food, gotta make sure I'm fed yeah
Telling me she love me, in my head I'm like, "yeah, yeah"
California king cost 5 bands, that's a bed bed
Oh you niggas broke broke
You niggas poor poor
They tried to offer $400, 000, I need four more
And I put my dog in the coupe off the mullers
Got my other dog on the roof, the sharp shooter

[DaBoii:]
Nigga I don't fuck with' niggas 'cause niggas is hoes
Was tryna turn her life around, well bitch you getting exposed
Double G's in my bitch purse, this ain't no Kenneth and Cole
Better get it on your own nigga listen to coach
A lil' nigga's going coo coo if I give 'em the word
Cookie barely numb the pain, plug giving me percs
Infants born into beef, that's like giving a curse
And everybody make mistakes boy you live and you learn
Don't you hate when a broke nigga got something to say?
I ain't no hater, just hate niggas, on y'all it's nothing to hate
Can't be out here catching cases boy with nothing in bank
Public defenders ain't gone help boy that's a punch in the face
Spent yo' last to get high, you's a babbish nigga
Bitch if I ain't good enough, go get a average nigga
Don't hit my DM for no feature, 'cause I'm taxing niggas
Before the fame, was breaking bracks, spent my last with' niggas
Now who the fuck you think you scaring? Ain't no action in y'all
And you the type to see a score and scared to basket the ball
All you see is rip posts, they like, "what happened to dog?"
And as a younging, all them questions, I was asking 'em all
Now when I walk off stages bitches clap and applaud
I'll wake up on a Tuesday and spend racks at the mall
I only fuck with' myself, like I'm jacking me off
Choppa hang around my neck bitch I ain't lacking at all
Never get to comfortable, these bitches come and they go
I'll make you swallow my kids you put tongue in they throat
Every hundred on me new nigga ain't none of 'em old
How you a son of a bitch and the son of a ho?
Do some dirt then hit the block, we never running from smoke
Fuck with' all my niggas the same, not one I fuck with' the most
Ain't teaching niggas the game, you better run into Ghost
I'm tryna bump into a opp and give y'all something to post
A nigga catch me, I don't plug 'em, .40 tucked in the coat
The opps and the pigs, I don't fuck with' 'em both
She like, "Tell me 'bout yo' self" I'm like, "It's nothing to know"
And all my niggas from the North with' the cuts in they throat

Fatto

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