FMB DZ
FMB DZ & Antt Beatz
FMB DZ & Kash Doll & Mozzy
FMB DZ & Sada Baby
FMB DZ & 3D The Hook King
FMB DZ
FMB DZ & ALLBLACK
FMB DZ
FMB DZ
FMB DZ
FMB DZ
FMB DZ
FMB DZ & DaBoii
FMB DZ & Snap Dogg
FMB DZ & Eastside Reup & FMB JocAhVelly
FMB DZ
[Intro]
Huh, ayy
The Don Dada
This is a Jay Johnson production
[Verse 1: 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 comin' out they momma’s pussies
Talkin' crazy out yo' mouth, we hit ’em in it wit' a fully
Get you touched without touchin' you, bitch I be wit' bullies
It be hard to get in touch wit' you 'cause we know you a pussy
Slidin' through another nigga hood wit' 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 actin’ 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 lookin' 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 gettin' 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 peelin'
Nigga I be in Commerce stashin' all the money
Trash bags everywhere, living room lookin' 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
Tellin' 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
[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Nigga I don't fuck wit' niggas 'cause niggas is hoes
Was tryna turn her life around, well bitch you gettin' 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 goin' coo coo if I give 'em the word
Cookie barely numb the pain, plug givin' me percs
Infants born into beef, that's like givin' a curse
And everybody make mistakes boy you live and you learn
Don't you hate when a broke nigga got somethin' to say?
I ain't no hater, just hate niggas, on y'all it's nothin' to hate
Can't be out here catchin' cases boy with nothin' 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 taxin' niggas
Before the fame, was breakin' bracks, spent my last wit' 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 youngin', all them questions, I was askin' '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 wit' myself, like I'm jackin' me off
Choppa hang around my neck bitch I ain't lackin' 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 runnin' from smoke
Fuck wit' all my niggas the same, not one I fuck wit' the most
Ain't teachin' niggas the game, you better run into Ghost
I'm tryna bump into a opp and give y'all somethin' 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 wit' 'em both
She like, "Tell me 'bout yo' self" I'm like, "It's nothin' to know"
And all my niggas from the North wit' the cuts in they throat
Give N Go was produced by Jay Johnson Beats.