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they ain’t wit this shit - fbg dutchie lyrics

[intro: fbg dutchie]
hahaha
yeah
fbg, fly boy gang
mg, money gang
they ain’t in this sh*t
they ain’t with the sh*t
they just witnesses
and i’m in it, in my mob voice (how you know?)

[chorus: fbg dutchie]
n*ggas actin’ like they in it, they ain’t in this sh*t (nah)
they ain’t with the sh*t (nah), they just witnessed it (uh*huh)
fam ‘nem actin’ like they with it, they ain’t with the sh*ts (nah)
they ain’t in this sh*t (nah; djay), they just witnesses (uh*huh)
[verse 1: fbg dutchie]
actin’*ass n*ggas, play your part like a movie role (uh*huh)
’cause we get to clappin’ like the end of a movie, ho
i got that toolie, so call me handy manny
lurkin’ for a vic’ on the bricks, so i can blam him
dooski goin’ hamage (ham), posted on the nine
with “okay, how you know?” (how you know?) h*ll yeah, we on the nine gettin’ it
i’m in that field (that field) where it’s real, n*ggas know me (they do)
i’m smokin’ loud by the oz (uh), two middle fingers to odee (uh*huh)
on the g, try me, then he slang (he dead)
got a thirty, shoot it three times like d thang
feds takin’ pictures, tapin’ n*ggas, dgainz (gainz)
b*tch n*ggas sweet, on chief, so we stain (stain)
fbg, fyb, our swag on star fire (swag)
and our pockets swole up just like my eye (swole)
stl, ebt, die b, die y
everybody die l’s until their ass die

[chorus: fbg dutchie & reese g]
n*ggas actin’ like they in it, they ain’t in this sh*t (nah)
they ain’t with the sh*t (nah), they just witnessed it (uh*huh)
fam ‘nem actin’ like they with it, they ain’t with the sh*ts (nah) (ahahahahaha)
they ain’t in this sh*t (nah) (reese g), they just witnesses (uh*huh)

[verse 2: reese g]
they ain’t with it (unh*uh), they ain’t with it, better keep it straight (nope)
gon’ get your tickets first class, better leave the state (yoom)
goons out lurkin’, so you better duck and hide your face (yes)
one of mine catch you, you can call that sh*t beyoncé
halos for everybody, call it meal, entrée (yes)
yeah, we doin’ hits up in this b*tch, we lost our mindstate (you know it)
guarantee jaro city pushin’ up the crime rate (thirties)
big fifty poppers, green beams, get the yellow tape (big sh*t)
murder season, clap down, ’bout to see his dyin’ day (yes)
n*ggas screamin’ “with it,” they ain’t with it when that iron spray (you know it)
hot lead flyin’, guaranteed they get their mind straight
n*ggas hollerin’ numbers (six hunna), i divide, i ain’t tryna play
matter fact, minus, i don’t add unless i’m countin’ cake (nope)
miss me with the numbers, i’m the one, i’ll touch your place (you know it)
rock*ass n*ggas straight pebbles, i despise your faith (okay)
you ain’t seen this, choppers rolled up from out of state, l’s
[chorus: fbg dutchie]
n*ggas actin’ like they in it, they ain’t in this sh*t (nah)
they ain’t with the sh*t (nah), they just witnessed it (uh*huh)
fam ‘nem actin’ like they with it, they ain’t with the sh*ts (nah)
they ain’t in this sh*t (nah), they just witnesses (uh*huh)

- fbg dutchie lyrics

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