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gang member - fmb dz lyrics

[intro: fmb dz]
yeah, y’all know what time it is in b*tch
turnaround gang, b*tch, fast money boyz, huh
what’s up, jig? what’s up, sada?

[verse 1: fmb dz]
young n*gga came up from the bottom
i told smoke if he slip, then i got him
i need a pint for the low, holler at sada
jig ridin’ shotgun with that chopper
it ain’t no limit with this sh*t, silkk the shocker
where would i be without my motherf*ckin’ doctor?
gang gang in this b*tch, do my partners
you f*ck with scrat, i gotta knock you off the roster
your b*tch wanna suck some d*ck, it’s gon’ cost her
i ain’t a shrimp like your n*gga, i’ma boss her
i’m a fast money boy, turnaround gang member
if you ain’t what you bigs, f*ck, you shouldn’t have came with her
she all on my d*ck, she love the way the chain glitter
i’m always on tip, i ain’t scared of nan n*gga
you better tuck your b*tch when you see the gang, n*gga
hit the club and wе gon’ trip, [?] rain, n*gga (hold up, yeah)

[chorus: sada baby]
yeah, red zonе gang member
f*ck your n*gga b*tch just ’cause blood came with her
n*ggas used to hold me in the same gang with me
now i’m k!llin’ n*ggas, can’t n0body hang with me
yeah, red zone gang member
f*ck your n*gga b*tch just ’cause blood came with her
n*ggas used to hold me in the same gang with me
now i’m k!llin’ n*ggas, can’t n0body hang with me
[verse 2: sada baby]
black buffs, beat a n*gga ass, feel like johnny cage
black 40, shoot him in his gut, make his body change
in the club, f*ck a n*gga b*tch, like her body language
five n*ggas with me, everybody dangerous
i’m on some motherf*ckin’ molly, so my face tainted
i just dropped a n*gga, had to make sure my aim right
skuba steve sada baby, ho, make my name right
just got some neck from a ho, ain’t get her name right
give a n*gga hands if the boy think he real tough
paid two bands for these motherf*ckin’ real buffs
fifteen on my earrings look like earm*ffs
five hundred for the rose buffs, f*ck some handcuffs, uh

[verse 3: hardwork jigg]
n*ggas snitchin’ to the world, i’m my own gang member
if it’s f*ck me, then it’s f*ck you and whoever hang with you
if you phony, we ain’t homies, i ain’t in that lane with you
get that money, get that money or i cannot hang with you (ayy)
too short, feelin’ like too $hort
f*ck hoes, then i’m gettin’ money, call me too sport
p.o got me on the run, i don’t do court (naw)
rip bro, why he had to go? i wish i knew more
tag with me, free 80’s, that’s the logo (free 80’s)
girlfriend trippin’, think she love me, i don’t know, though
way before designers on the belts, it was four*fours
make a n*gga bounce off the stick, no h0m*
and i see you n*ggas copycattin’ (lame)
diss sucker, down talkin’, n*gga, how’d that happen? (how?)
no booth in the kitchen, took an hour wrap it
if you see me miss a show, b*tch, i’m probably trappin’
[outro: hardwork jigg, sada baby & fmb dz]
n*ggas snitchin’ to the world, i’m my own gang member
red zone gang member
f*ck your n*gga b*tch just ’cause blood came with her
i’m a fast money boy, turnaround gang member
i’m a fast money boy, turnaround gang—

- fmb dz lyrics

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