fod cypher - mac god dbo lyrics
[intro: k!lla fonte]
yeah
n*ggas ain’t havin’ no motion (blame it on monstah)
what i say?
yeah
[verse 1: k!lla fonte]
all this motion got these n*ggas sick and i could see it in ’em
f*ck my b*tches good, but they be mad when i don’t leave it in ’em
brodie got the strap, i know i’m good, that’s why i leave it with him
talkin’ ’bout he the truth, sh*t, i should slap you for believin’ in him
shoutout money h*ll, whenever i needed him, he came through
some people say he changed, but, sh*t, to me, he still the same dude
all this water drippin’ off my rollie and my chain too
and if you wanna book me, you gon’ havе to pay for bang too
these n*ggas ain’t got no motion, n*gga, this that old oakland
they won’t lеt me in ’cause they know i’m gon’ leave that door open
everybody with me ’bout that bread but we don’t do no loafin’
big bullets rippin’ shirts, it’s like hulk hogan
k!lla fonte, ayy, but you could call me frank
and if your b*tch came back then i’m that n*gga you should thank
’cause if i wouldn’t have turned her down, she’d still be in my bed, yeah
wide awake, just goin’ crazy with the head
see, i’m an 85th n*gga, b*tch, we poppin’ this way
if she don’t do it for me, then she gon’ pop it for dre
i’m from oakland, california, n*gga, not from the bay
don’t come around here with them games ’cause we is not finna play
i know she chargin’ for that p*ssy but i’m not finna pay
and why you puttin’ yourself in funk? you know you not finna spray
we handle business, ain’t no other n*ggas racky this way
it ain’t no later, n*gga, we gon’ get it poppin’ today
yeah, fod, i can’t let a n*gga come and step on me
let him come around here full of sh*t, you gon’ get left on e
i remember hittin’ the gas station with my last ten
like let me get some mamas and two phillies and the rest on 3
how you think you finna be the best if you ain’t tryin’?
me and my n*ggas goin’ up, we livin’ life like ain’t no dyin’
the brokest n*ggas always hit the mall, but they ain’t buyin’
and if they grab one of my n*ggas, b*tch, we slidin’, ain’t no cryin’, n*gga
[interlude: rosco feddi]
rosco feddi, n*gga
uh
[verse 2: rosco feddi]
two fod chains mean we certified
this that k!ll zone mixed with the murder ties
loot tinted, duffel bag with the loot in it
i stuff chicken, up bl!cky, leave a n*gga roof missin’
yeah, the top back, you know the twenties where it’s at
cop ’em up three times, two whites and a black
you want smoke, put ’em in a ‘wood, you n*ggas can’t rap
roll with us or get rolled over
p*ssy n*gga, f*ck your internet thug life, b*tch n*gga, it’s dub life
life and direct, n*gga, life from the set, n*gga
drunk driver, come through slidin’, i’ll wreck n*ggas
finger f*ck the trigger on p*ssies, i’ll wet n*ggas
strap ain’t for play, oh, you ain’t hear what i say?
i said this strap ain’t foreplay, b*tch n*gga, i’m war ready
you n*ggas gon’ war with me, duck tape your wh0re with me
come through with the mop sticks, we gon’ mop the floor with you
it’s big rocks in this watch, bustdown 41
came to fight with a 9, but you know the 40 won
it wasn’t a heisty movement when you seen a 40 go and dump
two*piece tuesday, knew the biscuit came with the drum
five fingers up, word to buck, bangin’ where i’m from
two five hundred, n*gga, east 25th street
hidin to the dead end, that twenty*fifth century
roscoe, i got flow, in the trap i got dough
get it without the internet promotion, yeah, i got loc’
you n*ggas is b*tches, start snitchin’ and turn five*o
undisputed on this mic’, i ain’t got a rival
funk or die entertainment, fod the label, n*gga
without an invitation, you can’t sit at this table, n*gga
this a potluck, gotta bring somethin’ to the table
they be here for the moment, they ain’t here for the movement
n*ggas ain’t got motion, that mean they ain’t movin’
it’s fact drunk
[interlude: just bang]
it’s the biggest 8, man
mr. big bed, mr. similac his motherf*ckin’ self, n*gga
just bang
look
[verse 3: just bang]
hey, lately, i’ve been really peepin’ ho sh*t
p*ssy n*ggas mad ’cause they ain’t really havin’ motion
i do magic with this stick, hocus pocus
f*ck the back and forth, b*tch, you got an issue, pull up on me
k!llin’ all the k!llers and robbin’ all the robbers
b*tches gettin’ tricky, better keep that stick beside ya
same n*gga used to cut my hair, i’m tryna line him
same n*ggas say they from the hood, i’m tryna find ’em
f*ck 40, b*tch, we know you really boastin’
i can tell you n*ggas broke just from the pictures y’all be postin’
brodie said he on me, when he seen me, he was jokin’
same n*ggas that your mama cryin’ over, b*tch, we smokin’
n*ggas really caps, so watch how y’all be roastin’
all these chains up on my neck sound like some chuck*e*cheese tokens
love when suckers die, b*tch, i laugh and get to toastin’
in the bank, i told the n*gga baby mama we was cousins
drop skeezy, drop ten and then a hundred more
doordash, i’ll bring this beef to your grandmama door
tryna stay alive ’cause i know that’s just what my mama want
h*lla mad i bought the dior and didn’t even buy the coat
four chains, two watches at least a hundred thou’
if you don’t got like twenty g’s, b*tch, you can’t come around, it’s bang, n*gga (bang)
[interlude: philthy rich]
yeah, it’s philthy, n*gga
uh*huh?
look
[verse 4: philthy rich]
million*dollar n*gga, got it out the mud
really started from the bottom and then i ran it up
was goin’ rock for rock on top of the block
now it’s billboards with my name on top of the block
i really came from nothin’, lot of pain and suffering
independent, but look like a major budget
i did the lambo’, the bentley, aston and cullinan
break a b*tch for a check, i don’t do no cuddlin’
really pushin’ p, i was really in the streets
nah, he ain’t havin’ motion if he ain’t fod
big 59, the numbers don’t lie
i done counted a hundred thousand over a hundred times
and tell ’em add me up and do the math on me
we done bust down cartis and bust down rollies
the richest label out in east oakland
that’s why you broke n*ggas mad, ’cause you ain’t havin’ motion
philthy
[interlude: toohda band$]
hme, fod sh*t, n*gga, you know what the f*ck goin’ on, it’s toohda
yeah
[verse 5: toohda band$]
i be in my bag and not my feelings, f*ck what n*ggas say
if you ain’t seen a hundred, you wastin’ time ’cause you just in the way
send them bags and get ’em gone, ran it up at granny home
i f*cked her off a perc’, she d*ckmotized, now she can’t leave me ‘lone
trap ain’t never dead, unc’ still ran it up off blowing stones
fod my second home, they slidin’ if i’m right or wrong
they love me on the 6, you play it crazy, they gon’ get you gone
only time these n*ggas doin’ somethin’ gangster is when they on a song
yeah, i got some money, i’m still slidin’ if we get the lo’
all the glizzies fully, hit they block and make ’em hit the floor
all that talkin’ crazy, i’m gon’ show you how this sh*t gon’ go
hidin’, we gon’ get your mans, jumpin’ out a stove for bands
my n*ggas call me toodha, i get money, tell ’em add the bands
say it’s up, your ass is dead, .223s gon’ hit your head
they asked me where i’ma be in five years, i told ’em rich or fed
still f*ck the law until my pops get let up out the feds
[interlude: skinny t]
ayy
[verse 6: skinny t]
i’m on a flight, she wanna fight, got two different vibes
i just sipped a line and popped a perc’, got two different highs
she could look at me and tell that a n*gga chargin’ high
i just got a rental and i drove ’cause they ain’t wanna buy it
my asian b*tch, she make a couple racks every time she outside
the last b*tch, she probably chose up, we was barely gettin’ by
that b*tch traffic so small, used to front my high
callin’ me about some clothes, n*gga, tell that b*tch he could die
it’s too much motion when we in the city
my new b*tch black and she skinny, she got bigger titties
i’m in new york with all my sh*t on, they think i signed with 50
i just pull up and collect traps, i ain’t got time for b*tches
i just pull up and collect beats, only got time for business
in the hood my whole life, n*gga, ridin’ by witness
i just sat her down right now, n*gga, right by wendy’s
if them n*ggas wasn’t hatin’ on me, i’d probably sign the trenches
[interlude: lil steve]
lil steve in this motherf*cker
rip ree
[verse 7: lil steve]
i beat the odds, a lot of real n*ggas ain’t seen twenty*one
glock 21 with air holes, this the bigger one
i go chase the check, pockets on full before the dinner done
broke as h*ll, plottin’ on some money, had to give me some
two chains mean you certified, who ain’t got no motion?
b*tch, we rollin’, n*ggas tellin’ lies
unc’ still in the trap, he verified, still sellin’ pies
we got fully glocks, sound like chops, got n*ggas pickin’ sides
yeah
when it get greazy, who gon’ really ride?
i just poured a deuce up in the booth hopin’ they catch a nod
n*ggas fallin’ off, coppin’ reg, tryna stretch a line
he gon’ sell his pall when he go broke, i’m not sellin’ mine
a real trap n*gga, break a bag down and get a sack, n*gga
shoutout k5, he like to rap and he wrap n*ggas
i can’t sell a strap if i go broke, we finna grab n*ggas
he tried to slide then he crashed the lo’, ask the last n*gga
[interlude: lul boog]
lul boog, five nine hundred, n*gga
yeah
ayy
[verse 8: lul boog]
wwe, off the toprope, and that’s a twisted fate
i gave the ball to tray, he walked down, he gon’ leave him where he stay
drac’ is all wood, i ain’t rockin’ with no baby a
she wanna bleed her feet with state to state, baby a spread like mase
from where i’m from, we made it snow, i f*ck around, start f*ckin’ with these ‘bows
attachments on the gleeks, we walk down and we stalkin’ lo’s
had to cape his ass, put three on his back and call him derrick rose
he got a cold, drac’ jump off my hand and watch it wipe his nose
i done upped the score, now we ridin’ four deep, we tryna take a soul
no cap now, i’m ridin’ with this blower, what’s my pay [?]?
drop the ski, grab dog in public, rey mysterio
a lean with her, rock with it, drop shots, give him some more
[interlude: lil tray]
ayy, fod, cash money, ayy
6 deuce
you n*ggas know what time it is
[verse 9: lil tray]
doggy ain’t gon’ blow the strap so why he totin’ it?
i ain’t take your b*tch to fall in love, just wanna ho the b*tch
i got diamond chains around my neck and plus the rollie hittin’
boy, i know your ass ain’t cash out, you got a phony kit
i be mainly f*ckin’ thick hoes, can’t f*ck a bony b*tch
n*ggas see i’m gettin’ money on ’em, so they want me hit
catch me for nothin’, i was broke and they ain’t throw me sh*t
i just threw a grip onto the glock because the 40 kick
why you still hangin’ with that n*gga and you know he snitched?
me and boog found a play, so you know we blitzed
i realized if n*ggas hatin’, they can’t show me sh*t
she can see me once, can’t see me twice if she don’t throw me sh*t
every day i wake up, i’m tryna make a k!lling
i’ma buy the whole hood chops when i make a million
i’m rollin’ backwoods up, i’m finna touch the ceiling
i might put an opp into this ‘wood dependin’ on how i’m feelin’
[interlude: j*money]
lil’ 59, lil’ j money, you feel me?
look
look
[verse 10: j*money]
why y’all mad? y’all don’t got motion
my ice feelin’ wet, i think it’s finna turn to an ocean
he wanna fight, slam me down like i’m randy orton
don’t call me if it’s not about a bag ’cause it’s not important
they say i be rappin’ too fast, i’ma keep flowing
i’ve been tryna make me a bag, i’ma keep goin’
they say you can make it in the game, i’m tryna go farther
fod, scorin’ in all type of ways like the globetrotters
if he speakin’ ma 4d, you better speak some facts
fod, we gettin’ state to state, we goin’ back to back
my chains cost more than your 2019 cadillac
speak on the crew one more time then we can handle that
you don’t want no problems, ’cause it could get ugly
gotta start a gofundme for them boys, they don’t got no money
it was dark outside, wear my chains just to make it sunny
feel like steven skinny t, you better ask about me
ha, i don’t think you get it
bro stay in 1*up creek, he not in the trenches
at night really in the field, y’all be ridin’ benches
they say i cuss in my raps, i guess he don’t listen
lil 59 but i’m j*money
we some hood stars, lil’ bro, r.i.p smokey
they see fod, they change up, don’t be actin’ funny
fod to the end, you is not my homie
[interlude: dolla dame]
it’s dolla, n*gga
you know what the f*ck goin’ on, n*gga
look
[verse 11: dolla dame]
chops out, glocks out, we’d bring the mops out
leave a n*gga bleedin’ in the streets ’cause he ain’t watch out
this a cool hundred on my body with the watch out
i was on the grind overtime and they ain’t clock out
thugging you are not ’bout, chase sh*t when i hop out
f*ck a sneak diss, f*ck a song, n*gga, pop out
we the only n*ggas out here ballin’ like a lock*out
you ain’t had no money for your room and you got locked out
tell me was you high, cuz? that’s how n*ggas die, cuz
i know you for real, you ain’t never hurt no fly, cuz
you are not convincin’ me, really, you a b*tch to me
four gold chains around my neck, i feel like mr. t
broke*ass n*gga, get some money ‘fore you mention me
i would’ve sn*tched a chain off your neck but you ain’t got a piece
all my n*ggas got a piece, break it down and then we eat
i’m a wild pit without the chain, i ain’t got a leash
name a n*gga hot as me, i want an apology
rappin’ don’t work then i go back to doin’ robberies
i just want a lot of cheese, foreign want a lot of keys
i just flew my b*tch out the country just to feel the breeze
i do this sh*t with ease, a lot of y’all i don’t believe
i can never stress about no b*tch ’cause i be smokin’ weed
label gave me a hundred g’s, i’m still eatin’ mickey*d’s
n*ggas out here begging for a deal like philthy, sign me please
[interlude: mac god dbo]
the smart way
[verse 12: mac god dbo]
i said the scandalous raised me, the murder gang paid me
and all this motion, n*gga, got these b*tches goin’ crazy
and most of y’all would pull up on the porch when i was blazin’
and i’m really from the trenches like if i was [?]
yeah, that probably went over your head
i really shake the feds, i be stackin’ my bread
i’ma get it by all means but i ain’t crossin’ my friends
and free all the real coaches that’s stuck in the pen’
i can’t f*ck with no fufi, n*gga, no goofy n*gga
f*ck around and get you smacked, [?] all in your kufi, n*gga
that’s your baby mama? yeah, man, she sellin’ coochie, n*gga
and i ain’t never catered to that b*tch, i ain’t you boosie n*ggas
she like molly all in her drank and i didn’t know it
lil’ bad, lil’ s*xy scandalous b*tch and she from oakland
still playin’ safeway, punchin’ in and it’s goin’
and i checkin’ all profits, man, that’s just as good as hoein’
just a no*name thing, n*ggas know how we rock
free visa, n*gga back to the motherf*ckin’ mob
free bro, n*gga, back to the motherf*ckin’ mob
and blood from green, n*gga still on speed dial
[?] what i’m smokin’ on the daily
tell a broke b*tch, yeah, ho, you gotta pay me
yeah, i go crazy, i don’t like no b*tch that’s lazy
fod, yeah, that’s the label that pays me
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