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on me - fbg young & fbg duck lyrics

[intro: fbg duck]
heh?
let’s get it, free dutchie
fbg sh*t, fbg, b*tch
heh? let’s get it

[pre*chorus: fbg duck]
i got a word n*ggas sneak dissin’ on me
well, n*ggas probably been doin’ that low key
that dope got me feelin’ like i’m sleep
n*ggas plottin’, so i gotta keep that on me
[chorus: fbg duck & fbg young]
on me (on me), on me (on me)
on me (on me), on me (on me, heh?)
i’m st. lawrence and that’s 063
on me (on me) (let’s get it), on me (on me)
on me (on me) (it’s young), on me (on me, heh?)
i’m fly boy gang and that’s fbg
(number 1 by the way, hah)

[verse 1: fbg young]
i heard they sneak dissin’, say they gon’ shoot me
well, good luck ’cause like fashion, it’s on me
my hitters with me, so lackin’, that’s odee
saranara, r.i.p., doa, you gon’ d*i*e
cashout, that’s brodie and we steady addin’ them g’s
n*ggas act like females and my hitters they too g
double*g, that’s gucci, and you know that hold the toolie
billionaire, up the pump, probably knock off his kufi (boom, boom, boom, boom)
i came back on some cash sh*t, i can’t be a has*been
no lackin’, that’s the anthem, so i’m strapped like magnums
ain’t with all the tantrum, i’ll start a riot
i don’t cease fire, come through and n*ggas dyin’
diesel, that’s my people, got them guns by the crate
on the trey with them apes, i’m so separated from fake
and i’m all about them benji’s, money bags, i need pr*nto
if you ain’t talkin’ benji’s, then you can’t get a convo, gang
[pre*chorus: fbg duck]
i got a word n*ggas sneak dissin’ on me
well, n*ggas probably been doin’ that low key
that dope got me feelin’ like i’m sleep
n*ggas plottin’, so i gotta keep that on me

[chorus: fbg duck]
on me (on me), on me (on me)
on me (on me), on me (on me, heh?)
i’m st. lawrence and that’s 063 (fbg sh*t)
on me (on me), on me (on me)
on me (on me), on me (on me, heh?) (fbg, b*tch)
i’m fly boy gang and that’s fbg (gang, gang, gang, free dutchie)

[verse 2: fbg duck]
i heard they say i fell off, f*ck wrong with these assh0l*s?
i got way better, they still can’t f*ck with my last flow
i’m a money fiend, so i’m goin’ everywhere that cash go
n*gga, i’m the sh*t like what i take when i use the bathroom
f*ck all of these hatin’ n*ggas, i mean that in the worst way
a lot of motherf*ckers just playin’ crazy, don’t make this black he*rs* day
they cannot f*ck with me even on my worst day
and i’m flyer than these motherf*ckers even on their birthday
i’m so in love with money, so when i leave, i’ma die trappin’
i’m swagged up while makin’ this song, b*tch, i call that fly rappin’
if a n*gga thinkin’ i’ma joke, then his ass can die laughin’
and my money stackin’ like books now, i came a long way from the last chapter
lot of n*ggas be flexin’ like they really ’bout that life
they ain’t with it, the only thing these n*ggas probably shot was dice
they ain’t ready, n*ggas scary, and the metal i’m totin’ heavy
it’s nightmare on st. lawrence street and i’m freddy

- fbg young fbg duck lyrics

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