- FBG Duck slide (remix) 歌詞
- 21 Savage FBG Duck
Ay Ewell, I dont want no autotune
Yeah you know lately
**** all that shit
We been on a whole lot of gang shit you know, never lane switch
Thats how Im comin
Gang gang since potty train, all that shit
Oh this how you comin too?
Naw for real
This a real nigga party, you cannot get in (in)
Bussin out the mid (mid), foenem off the Xans (Xans)
I cant shake your hand (hand), no, Im not your friend (friend)
I dont **** with rappers (nah) , no Im not a fan (fan), damn (damn)
Niggas really shoot, no accident (for real)
I cant make this shit up, I cannot pretend, damn
And I heard you know who shot ya mans (for real?)
You aint tryna slide so dont be actin like you is (pussy)
Cause if you gon slide, pussy nigga then slide then (yeah)
Let me see some ****in shots fired then (rrah, rrah, rrah)
Make me shoot that crib up you hidin in
Dont wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then
You dont wanna hear that frrtp then shhh
Fore I sneak up on you with that pew pew pew (ugh)
Ridin with that wish-a-nigga-would (uh)
This right herell turn a nigga name to a hood
Bumped into a bitch I knew in high school
Look, been tried to **** you, bitch, you past due
Remember you was dissin in the classroom
Now you tryna top me in the bathroom
You wasnt out here with the gang bitch you lyin
You wasnt duckin from the 12 totin the iron
I can't trust you bitch if you not one of mine
We dont need no new niggas, yeah, bitch we fine
This a real nigga party, you cannot get in (in)
Bussin out the mid (mid), foenem off the Xans (Xans)
I cant shake your hand (hand), no, Im not your friend (friend)
I dont **** with rappers (nah), no Im not a fan (fan), damn
Niggas really shoot, no accident (for real)
I cant make this shit up, I cannot pretend, damn
And I heard you know who shot ya mans (for real ?)
You aint tryna slide so dont be actin like you is (pussy)
Cause if you gon slide, pussy nigga then slide then (yeah)
Let me see some ****in shots fired then (rrah, rrah, rrah)
Ayy, let me tell yall a little somethin
Make me shoot that crib up you hidin in
Ima talk my shit
Dont wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then
Let me see you slide (straight up)
Sixth grade, on my kids, I had a deuce fire (on god)
Slaughter Gang, rep that dagger, dont get crucified (on god )
Glock 33 with the 30 hangin out, I swear my trigger finger itchin
After the candle light, we pushin up, shoot the funeral up
You think cause you went and tatted your face, that shit make you tough?
Saiga-12 and I fill it with slugs, thotty got hit with a bust
This bitch trippin tryna face time, Im tryna catch me a nut
Roll the window down, stick the choppers out
**** a diss song, nigga lets shoot it out
Lace my boots up, put the coupesup
Grab a hotbox, time to shoot stuff
Savage from the 6 where they tote a lot of big shit
Savage pop a lot of shit, like that nigga foreign clip
Hit his car so many times, that Draco made a sunroof
**** a fistfight Ima show you what these guns do (21, 21)
The streets raised me, Im a bastard (straight up)
All these bodies wanna hire me a pastor (yeah-yeah)
Mossberg, hit his chest and gave that nigga astma (21)
Middle school to high school, I was stealin plasmas
This a real nigga party, you cannot get in (in)
Bussin out the mid (mid), foenem off the Xans (Xans)
I cant shake your hand (hand), no, Im not your friend (friend)
I dont ** ** with rappers (nah), no Im not a fan (fan), damn
Niggas really shoot, no accident (for real)
I cant make this shit up, I cannot pretend, damn
And I heard you know who shot ya mans (for real?)
You aint tryna slide so dont be actin like you is (pussy)
Cause if you gon slide, pussy nigga then slide then (yeah)
Let me see some ****in shots fired then (rrah, rrah, rrah)
Make me shoot that crib up you hidin in
Dont wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then (loud)
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