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mids flow - fbg young lyrics

[intro]
ayy (h*llo? i’m on my way, bro)
huh (just give me like thirty minutes)

[verse 1]
i say i’m booted off the e, but i don’t sell no oj
baby chopper with the knife, i call that b*tch oj
huh, all i sell is white, they think i sponsor colgate
bro pop a middy, it’s a movie, we don’t do no foreplay, ayy
bad b*tch, she bougie, drip that ho in dolce, huh
all i do is trap, b*tch, the plug like [?]
twenty pounds shipped from cali, could’ve bought a rollie
in the field like the packers, yeah, i love my green, bae
[chorus]
in the field like the packers, yeah, i love my green, baе
in the field like thе packers, yeah, i love my green, bae
in*in the field like the packers, yeah, i love my green, bae
twenty pounds shipped from cali, could’ve bought a rollie

[verse 2]
[?] from the s for real
twenty thousand before a deal
and i’m in the trap still
i just got the pack, it’s sealed
catch a n*gga lackin’ still
.40 hit him ’til he peel
it’s gon’ take some months to heal
all my villains trained to k!ll
i skate in with this glock, yeah
ayy, got hockey sticks in these mops
ayy, leave you like a dirty sock
ayy, jet li with this chop’, b*tch
bad b*tch named lolo, got a ass like coco
she don’t f*ck with none of opps, she say she f*ck with jojo
all i sell is that straight drop, they think i f*ck with pablo
h*ll nah, i don’t no quavo, but i know these honchos
bad b*tch to munch on
all these money convos
loud for the condo
slidin’ on vellanos
i got the stick on the backseat, [?] like rondo
i’m shootin’ sh*t like a athlete, give your ass potholes
ayy, my shooters like bad kids, they come through and f*ck sh*t up
i was in the trap mixin’ sh*t up
servin’ fiends, yeah, this sh*t leave you stuck
the trap look like the winter, they think i f*ck with hitler
[chorus]
in the field like the packers, yeah, i love my green, bae
in the field like the packers, yeah, i love my green, bae
in*in the field like the packers, yeah, i love my green, bae
twenty pounds shipped from cali, could’ve bought a rollie

[outro]
servin’ fiends, yeah, this sh*t leave you stuck
servin’ fiends, yeah, this sh*t leave you stuck
servin’ fiends, yeah, this sh*t leave you stuck
the trap look like the winter, they think i f*ck with hitler

- fbg young lyrics

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