GMFB
(Buh, buh, fah, fah) G-lock
Fah, fah, fah, fah (Hurricane made this one)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (fah, fah, fah, fah), ayy
You know I get money, fuck bitches, duck snitches, niggas already know the business
Fuck a nigga, fuck his brother, fuck his gang, niggas know they ain't fuckin' with me (yeah)
Yeah, big watches, big rings, big chains, nigga, I ain't ever tuckin' shit (uh-uh)
Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the cops, tell 'em all that they can suck a dick
Yeah, presi' wrist, presi' tint, big sticks, bitch, I move like the president
Mob shit, mafia shit, free akh, 12 still ain't stoppin' shit (free Ralo)
(I heard these niggas droppin' dimes) I'ma drop some shells around this bitch
Yeah, nigga been poppin' my shit, been poppin' my collar since I was six
Yeah, nigga, since I was a jit, I been legit, yeah, I kept a stick
Aimin' at you and I bet I won't miss, I aim it at him and I bet that I hit
Straight out the mud, but I don't fuck with pigs, I got some top in the back of the Benz
Mama's only son, don't call me your twin, nigga, I put that shit on the fam
Yeah, my cuzzo be servin' that bean, he say he goin' in until they come get him (yeah)
I told him, "Don't worry, just get it done, and if you gon' done it, don't do it for fun"
Yeah, if you gon' do it, don't do it for nothin', beat the block up like a motherfuckin' drum
Nigga try to take somethin', cut off his arm (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm a cutthroat, humble, nonchalant, rich-ass, young nigga (yeah)
Pack flipper, big dripper, big pistol, lil' nigga keep it with him (yeah)
Sneak dissin' got me tickled, what's the issue? Shine your head for a nickel (fah)
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches, fuck the fame, yeah, and fuck the system
You know I get money, fuck bitches, duck snitches, niggas already know the business
Fuck a nigga, fuck his brother, fuck his gang, niggas know they ain't fuckin' with me (yeah)
Yeah, big watches, big rings, big chains, nigga, I ain't ever tuckin' shit (yeah)
Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the cops, tell 'em all that they can suck a dick (the fuck)
Yeah, tell 'em, "Suck a dick", middle fingers up, they ain't talkin' 'bout shit
And it's M.O.B., yeah, money over bitches, I'ma be this way 'til I'm 86
Yeah, matter of fact, 'til I'm 99, or you can just say until I die
Ten toes down, I ain't got shit to hide, I'm cutthroat for real, can't trust my smile
Yeah, Lambo' truck with butterfly doors, they like, "This young nigga wildin'" (woo)
I hop in that bitch and put it in Corsa mode, take off like a pilot (phew)
Yeah, diamonds on me fightin' like a mosh pit, yeah, might start a riot
Uh, Cartier shades like Simon and my choppa sing like Alvin the Chipmunks
(I been sippin' lean and smokin' big blunts) trap nigga fuckin' with the Bitcoin
Niggas rappin' cappin' like they did somethin', stop lyin', nigga, you ain't did nothin'
I just crush a lot, pockets Big Pun, I been goin' dumb, still goin' dumb
And I put that on my grandma's son, nigga
You know I get money, fuck bitches, duck snitches, niggas already know the business (yeah)
Fuck a nigga, fuck his brother, fuck his gang, niggas know they ain't fuckin' with me (yeah)
Yeah, big watches, big rings, big chains, nigga, I ain't ever tuckin' shit (shit)
Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the cops, tell 'em all that they can suck a dick (bitch)
Fah, fah, fah, fah (Hurricane made this one)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (fah, fah, fah, fah), ayy
You know I get money, fuck bitches, duck snitches, niggas already know the business
Fuck a nigga, fuck his brother, fuck his gang, niggas know they ain't fuckin' with me (yeah)
Yeah, big watches, big rings, big chains, nigga, I ain't ever tuckin' shit (uh-uh)
Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the cops, tell 'em all that they can suck a dick
Yeah, presi' wrist, presi' tint, big sticks, bitch, I move like the president
Mob shit, mafia shit, free akh, 12 still ain't stoppin' shit (free Ralo)
(I heard these niggas droppin' dimes) I'ma drop some shells around this bitch
Yeah, nigga been poppin' my shit, been poppin' my collar since I was six
Yeah, nigga, since I was a jit, I been legit, yeah, I kept a stick
Aimin' at you and I bet I won't miss, I aim it at him and I bet that I hit
Straight out the mud, but I don't fuck with pigs, I got some top in the back of the Benz
Mama's only son, don't call me your twin, nigga, I put that shit on the fam
Yeah, my cuzzo be servin' that bean, he say he goin' in until they come get him (yeah)
I told him, "Don't worry, just get it done, and if you gon' done it, don't do it for fun"
Yeah, if you gon' do it, don't do it for nothin', beat the block up like a motherfuckin' drum
Nigga try to take somethin', cut off his arm (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm a cutthroat, humble, nonchalant, rich-ass, young nigga (yeah)
Pack flipper, big dripper, big pistol, lil' nigga keep it with him (yeah)
Sneak dissin' got me tickled, what's the issue? Shine your head for a nickel (fah)
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches, fuck the fame, yeah, and fuck the system
You know I get money, fuck bitches, duck snitches, niggas already know the business
Fuck a nigga, fuck his brother, fuck his gang, niggas know they ain't fuckin' with me (yeah)
Yeah, big watches, big rings, big chains, nigga, I ain't ever tuckin' shit (yeah)
Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the cops, tell 'em all that they can suck a dick (the fuck)
Yeah, tell 'em, "Suck a dick", middle fingers up, they ain't talkin' 'bout shit
And it's M.O.B., yeah, money over bitches, I'ma be this way 'til I'm 86
Yeah, matter of fact, 'til I'm 99, or you can just say until I die
Ten toes down, I ain't got shit to hide, I'm cutthroat for real, can't trust my smile
Yeah, Lambo' truck with butterfly doors, they like, "This young nigga wildin'" (woo)
I hop in that bitch and put it in Corsa mode, take off like a pilot (phew)
Yeah, diamonds on me fightin' like a mosh pit, yeah, might start a riot
Uh, Cartier shades like Simon and my choppa sing like Alvin the Chipmunks
(I been sippin' lean and smokin' big blunts) trap nigga fuckin' with the Bitcoin
Niggas rappin' cappin' like they did somethin', stop lyin', nigga, you ain't did nothin'
I just crush a lot, pockets Big Pun, I been goin' dumb, still goin' dumb
And I put that on my grandma's son, nigga
You know I get money, fuck bitches, duck snitches, niggas already know the business (yeah)
Fuck a nigga, fuck his brother, fuck his gang, niggas know they ain't fuckin' with me (yeah)
Yeah, big watches, big rings, big chains, nigga, I ain't ever tuckin' shit (shit)
Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the cops, tell 'em all that they can suck a dick (bitch)
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