Tee Grizzley DOA in Due Time

[Intro: FBG Young & FBG Duck]
(Jay Bunkin)
Huh
You know, gang-gang since potty train, all that shit (Yeah, uh, huh, huh)
Yeah, huh, yeah (Argh), yeah

[Verse 1: FBG Young & FBG Duck]
Huh, we slidin', they hidin', can't find 'em (Huh)
We ridin' through the D like a Uber (Yeah)
We totin' them Glocks like it's fashion
I'm rollin' up dope with the shooters (Huh)
Niggas play cray, get a casket (What?)
Hit him up and he still livin'?
We at the hospital waitin' on a survivor
Yeah, yeah
Baby chopper with the nuts on 'em
Pull up on 'em, then bust on 'em (Yeah)
Margiela's, won't rerock
Spent the opps on 'em, put scuffs on 'em (Yeah)
I'm in the trap with my youngins
This rap shit a hobby, I'm really a gunsman (Yeah)
I'm in your city and not for a show
It's just me and my shooter, we huntin' (Yeah)
Four shooters, we behind them tints
We ridin' with sticks tryna dirty the blick (Yeah)
And that thirty for Brick, bitch (Huh)
He rockin' your chain, that must be your bitch (FBG shit)
Neighborhood intruders pop out the cut and wet his whole outfit (FBG, bitch)
Leave him dead broke, I want his wrist
He lookin' hungry, I'ma feed him the SIG (Talk to 'em)

[Verse 2: FBG Duck]
I got a lil' somethin' to say (What else?)
I just gotta let that out (What else?)
I was gon' behave this year (And what else?)
I was gon' shut my mouth (Mhm, mhm)
They playin' with my brother name, though (Mmm)
I just can't shut that out (Ooh)
I told them killers to chill (Huh)
You brought 'em right back out (Huh)
You got a lil' bread, huh?
You ain't that scared, huh?
"Bro, you safe when you come to Chiraq"
Ah, that's what he said, huh?
You must ain't checkin' the score of how many of them niggas dead, huh?
Let me guess, you gave your shooter a fifty and he just gon' spray it, huh? (Shh! Pew-pew-pew, pew)
We ain't gon' come to your city
Gon' wait 'til you come to our city
That's how we gon' play it, huh
You should've watched what you said
Bitch, when he said it, you shouldn't've said nothin'
Fuck you gon' say? You ain't know? (The fuck?)
Try to act slow and blame it on mids, huh? (The fuck?)
You think you could say what you said (Lame)
And then be able to lay in your bed, huh? (You lame)
You asked who am I and they told you, "Nobody" (He a nobody)
Yesterday, I had a dream I caught four bodies (Mm, hahaha)
Woke up and I wanted to catch some for sure bodies (Stupid-ass)
You better hope it ain't your body, uh (Stupid-ass)
They want me to leave, but bitch, I ain't budgin' (Bitch)
Talkin' 'bout guns, we got them by the dozen (For real)
Foolie be talmbout he smokin' on Brick (Brrt)
Well, somebody tell him I'm smokin' his cousin, uh (Brrt)

[Verse 3: FBG Young]
Ayy, two twin .40s (Bitch), and them bitches got legs on 'em
Swipe them pipes every time (Huh) we put their mans on 'em (Huh)
Tec with the cooler (Huh), plus it got a fan on it
And this new Glock from Australia, how I get my hands on it? (Bitch)

[Verse 4: FBG Duck]
Shells jumpin' out my Glizzy, my shit got the hiccups
Knock your brain to the floor, they gotta pick your shit up
Before we headshot ya, stupid, it's a fuckin' stickup
You smokin' Brick up in the lobby 'til we blow that bitch up

[Verse 5: FBG Young]
I bought two to switch up (Yeah)
My lil' boo got one tucked (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah)
That Lil' Boo, I mix up (Yeah)
That bitch drrt, now you slumped, huh (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
Masked up like Pakistans (Yeah)
Baby chopper shipped from France (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah)
Sniper with the scope, it stand (Yeah, huh, huh)
Bodybags and ambulance

[Verse 6: FBG Duck]
This gun go off, this bitch'll shake the ground, huh, Hammerman
Young say he want a nigga dead, you know it's happenin'
Call the shooters, "Headshot the dummy," fuck it, clap him then
Man, I'm so sick and fuckin' tired of these rappin' friends
Matchin' shorts, gay-ass niggas probably got some matchin' pants
I don't know, gay-ass niggas probably got a matchin' dance
Catch your grandma at the eat and knock her food out her hand
Don't let them send you off, nobody safe 'cause we not fuckin' playin'

[Outro: FBG Duck]
Huh?
Tahaha