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statements - fbg cash lyrics

[intro]
yo!
yo!
gang gang since potty train
y’all know the f*ck going on

[verse]
first time i shot a n*gga, i didn’t even feel it
i’m pr*ne to my spit on that business
second time, what really different?
i went on that mission, got back in with f*ck with some b*tches
it’s funny how n*ggas be snitching, saying they gang
then how they name in your paperwork
you on a statement and y’all let them back on the block
how the f*ck we gonna make it work?
i got a call from lieutenant
broski ain’t really say much, told me send him some pictures
i told him how n*ggas tripping
got buddy back on the block and they know you a snitching
he was like, yeah, they tripping
do mе a favor though, broski, and stand on that business
i told him don’t even mеntion i got you my word is bond
just give me a minute
that’s when the call got ended
d*mn, i couldn’t do sh*t but sit back and think
n*ggas forgive and forget
nah, not me
we gonna leave that in the streets
i love my brother so motherf*cking much
if they wanted you touched, then i’m making it happen
sat back and plot while i sat in the box
i can’t wait for the day i can get out and clap
i’m walking like i don’t wanna be heard
he getting served, it’s already merged
feel like it’s 10 of me, f*ck all my enemies
take all this energy, go out and purge
d*mn, cash, you going too crazy
but that’s how these motherf*ckers made me
f*ck him, his b*tch and his baby
i want them all to die as a statement
i got no love for a n*gga
if that n*gga tell on a n*gga, then he gotta die
i don’t know why n*ggas telling me we ain’t come back in the street trying to act like they not
funny cause that sh*t’ll happen a lot
when wayne got out, neighbor still in the box
all my little brother just pull up with b*tter like he ain’t go tell what he saw to the cops
and i almost forgot
b*tch, f*ck all the opps
they let me out on parole
i’m still gripping that pole on low
why the f*ck would i not?
you better know if you want me to go, then you better go get you some motherf*cking help
cause you too little to think you gonna come and do something to me by your motherf*cking self
ay, i got a riddle for n*ggas
what you gonna do when you see them police and you got all them criminals with you?
you better run and don’t let them get you
sneakiest n*ggas be writing your pictures, fl!cking it up
soon as you lack, they hitting you up
rip melly, you gotta be ready
don’t know who to trust
d*mn, my n*gga, what happened to us?
we used to be brothers, but now we don’t speak to each other cause you undercover
and when you get out for them wrapping you up, i’ma keep it a g
posting your sh*t on [?]
they ain’t f*cking with me
i do this sh*t in my sleep
give me some sp*ce cause i’m about to f*ck up the streets
what the f*ck did you think?
huh?
if them n*ggas ain’t seen you in time, then you get out and they hitting your line
them n*ggas forget when they do you that time
remember the time?
yo, when i gave a n*gga the bag and i didn’t even go brag
i was just salty to know that my daddy was mad
thought he’d be glad
d*mn, son done got him some stripes
that had to be when you played with them pipes
how you got it yourself at the end of the night?
and i know that my mama been fighting some demons
she waited on me for all them months
and now that i’m back, i’ma make everybody pay that income when she need me
you n*ggas p*ssy and now i can see it
at first i didn’t want to believe it
if you don’t want your mama grieving, then i suggest you don’t give us a reason
wiping your nose, sneezing
holding your hat, bleeding
they let me out in the summertime
ooh, so your n*ggas season
[outro]
yo, gang gang since potty train the campaign, man
let me talk my sh*t
y’all know the f*ck going on
y’all been waiting for the music and sh*t
give y’all some of this street sh*t
we got [?]’s b*tch
we got motherf*cking all the bl!cks
we got all the hoes, n*gga
and i’m on parole, n*gga
f*ck wrong with y’all
don’t tell n0body
go

- fbg cash lyrics

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