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what happened - fbg cash lyrics

[intro: fbg cash]
gang gang since potty trained the campaign, duck the world [?], you know how the f*ck we coming

[verse 1: fbg cash]
free the bros out the camp, n*ggas snitchin’, take a stance
ask me i don’t comprehend, you don’t [?] with em’, he’s not my mans
i’ll show you how to get our jam, pull up on his block skrrt, get out blam
you don’t want to get put in a van, drum on a block like i’m making a band

[verse 2: fbg dutchie]
you don’t want them boys to stop, how them 5.56’s destroy your car
7.62s phew, knock a n*gga jaw, this no internet it won’t get em’ far
yeah, run that sh*t up like in [?]
yeah, shoot up they sh*t like the charts
yeah, free all the folks out the yard
yeah, b*tch f*ck the county we [?]
[verse 3: fbg cash]
back on the gang sh*t, if i’m into it with you i’m shooting you and that buddy you hang with
nowadays n*ggas wanna be famous, get put on a shirt i can arrangе it
i can’t be f*cking with lame n*ggas, you only see me with gang mеmbers
brand new drake, nickname sh*t, 2k it aim different

[verse 4: fbg dutchie]
how you coming? i came different
pouring [?] up, [?]
[?] round, bang different
lost and found, his chain missing
i might stretch a n*gga, bless a n*gga, catch em’ like what up?
put a silencer on a glizzy let it pew, i’m like shut up

[verse 5: fbg cash]
yeah, oh you still talking, what happened to dude, bet he wish he was still walking
new [?] coffin, f*ck yo deads i’ll pee on his coffin
yeah imma p*ss on his coffin, you n*ggas lost it, go back to hospital
and i think guns are awesome, beam on the glock, but i never [?] it

[verse 6: fbg dutchie]
i might step out, then double cross like [?] (b*tch)
crack a n*gga can, cause i’m stone cold like steve austin (b*tch)
i want all them n*ggas dead, that’s the only way we doing peace offers (b*tch)
better stop buying [?], cause you p*ssy n*ggas gon’ need coffins (b*tch)
[verse 7: fbg cash]
my whole team boxers, y’all did sh*t we seen often
they did your brother for dirty, but i heard he got put in a clean coffin
i’m on the [?] with gangnem, heard he was sneak dissing gang, time to change up
gang gang since potty trained b*tch, i’m never changing

[verse 8: fbg dutchie]
[?] pistol with the double drums on it, on god [?]
he chasin’ clout, he going viral on the news (huh), now n*gga’s famous
ducking [?], tell me come through pew
bullets stay rainin’
caught em’ on [?]
chase em’ like [?]
left em’ on [?]
[?] stay dangerous

[verse 9: fbg cash & fbg dutchie]
f*ck is you thinkin’, he must be drunk for real, what the f*ck was you drinkin’
7.62s, 5.56s, [?]
you lackin’ you tweakin’
you think we won’t fire, them b*tches we seekin’
my n*ggas grim reapers aye, them n*ggas gon’ die as long as they speakin’

[verse 10: fbg dutchie and fbg young]
oh my god what happened to dontay
loafin’ at the club, he must be snortin’ coke with [?]
singin’ average call that boy beyonce (man what)
imma [?], but im outkast like andré
[verse 11: fbg dutchie and fbg cash]
i’m sorry ms. jackson, goofy ass n*gga should’ve never been lackin’
caught a [?] jackson, she on sh*t like the [?], gacked up, we gon catch em’
yeah, turn his ass to a caption, turn his ass to a pack, put his name on his hat, knock a name of his hat
that’s for doing all that cap, a*ha
time to get serious, you n*ggas delirious, we steppin’ on sh*t that’s period
i shoot the glock with experience, you can talk cuz we ain’t hearin’ it
deep on their block and we clearing it, and i get them checks and i’m clearin’ it
b*tch, i’m a vet i’m experienced, we k!ll a cat if it’s curious, get off a stretcher like fast and furious, b*tch

- fbg cash lyrics

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