This for My Hittaz

[Intro: FBG Young]
(Who in the fuck did this? Copo)
Huh, huh
Woah, let's get it
Young, GoDumb (Huh, huh)
CashOut (Huh, huh)

[Chorus: FBG Young & FBG Cash]
This is for my hitters who ain't see this year (L's, L's)
And I can see the top and we gon' make it there (We gon' get it)
All my niggas real, we can't fake it there (Not at all)
Thirties in them autos if you take it there (Brrah)
This is for my hitters who ain't see this year (Let's get it)
And I can see the top and we gon' make it there (Let's get it)
All my niggas real, we can't fake it there (It's CashOut 0-6-trey in this bitch)
Thirties in them autos if you take it thеre (Brrah)

[Verse 1: FBG Cash]
GPS 'cause I don't know wherе I be goin'
Flow cold, man, I swear to God, it's snowin' (Brr)
Thought it was a game, now a nigga up next (I'm hot)
WorldStar twice, got these niggas upset (Cut the checks)
I'm a businessman, I just like to cut checks (That bag)
Lot of liquor, but this Remy got a nigga wet (I'm drunk)
First name Cash, nickname Ben Frank (That bag)
Shawty love me 'cause I'm doin' shit her man can't (He lame)
Tookaville sendin' shots, you niggas sendin' blanks (Brrat)
Catch a body right now, we ain't gotta think (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Love money, I'll teach you how to stunt, nigga (Flex)
I'm the shit now, I ain't gotta front, nigga (We up next)

[Chorus: FBG Young]
This is for my hitters who ain't see this year (L's, L's)
And I can see the top and we gon' make it there (We gon' get it)
All my niggas real, we can't fake it there (Not at all)
Thirties in them autos if you take it there (Brrah)
This is for my hitters who ain't see this year (Let's get it)
And I can see the top and we gon' make it there (Uh-huh)
All my niggas real, we can't fake it there (It's Young, it's Young, GoDumb, GoDumb)
Thirties in them autos if you take it there (Brrah)

[Verse 2: FBG Young]
Dumb niggas don't last, you got to play your part (Play your role)
No, this not for lames, this shit rated R (This is real)
Blood in my eyes, St. Lawrence, we braveheart (Fearin' none)
Put a beam on the gun 'cause the streets are dark
By myself, I'm a menace (L's, L's), Dale Mob and we on business
L's up for my lieutenant (Tooka) and this field, bitch, we in it (Huh)
Long boys of that TP (Dope), tell them free Wee Wee (Free my brodie)
These niggas flexin' and my niggas on that (Let's get it)
Shoestrings on TECs, we just wildin' for respect (Brrat)
We got smoke for any block, EBK, niggas get whacked (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
Hundred-shot handgun, arm, legs, get hit, gang

[Chorus: FBG Young]
This is for my hitters who ain't see this year (L's, L's)
And I can see the top and we gon' make it there (We gon' get it)
All my niggas real, we can't fake it there (Not at all)
Thirties in them autos if you take it there (Brrah)
This is for my hitters who ain't see this year (L's, L's)
And I can see the top and we gon' make it there (We gon' get it)
All my niggas real, we can't fake it there (Not at all)
Thirties in them autos if you take it there (Brrah)