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stupid man - fbg young lyrics

[intro]
brrt, yeah, uh*uh*uh (hootie hoo)
yeah, yeah, brrt (dxnte, you snapped on this one)
yeah, okay, gang
d*mn, goaty
go, go, go, go, go

[verse 1]
i put a brick of ten milli’, this b*tch sound like thunder, you hear it?
need my cheese the ocky way, trap don’t close through the den like a deli, uh
walk in that bodega, billy bottega what i’m starin’
twenty large for my appearance, only racks you know is the clearance
call my bluff, it’s a hundred shots plus for any n*gga pass interference
n*ggas run their mouth, better bump their guns or have some funds to bury ’em
two hundred k, i blew that sh*t in a mouth, i’m blew i [?]
only backdoor i know is at my shows, i walk through with my glock, uh
12 know these b*tches ain’t no props, you know how many n*ggas we dropped?
bet’ n0body play with me and this drac’ [?]
i’m southbound with an arp, this b*tch shoot a movie like amc
i’ll quit every b*tch i got before i leave my heat
fresh as h*ll, i blew a ten off in my sleep
diamonds shinin’, b*tches linin’ [?] jeep
i’m in woodlawn with them k!llers, we the bad guys, we the villains
bang with us, f*ck them n*ggas, get caught in the field [?]
masks, gloves, guns, and k!llers; that’s all that’s in my vehicle
why act like these n*ggas ain’t going to funerals, they delirious
she get to pullin’ on my vs, you run up a check, i’m clearin’ it
i need airsp*ce for my line, i’m higher than new york [?]
don’t be a dummy and die on a hit, on fo’nem, this sh*t serious
pop out, blowin’ a stick, this b*tch sound like a concert, where is the lyrics?
all these n*ggas they hate me, i guess, these n*ggas want me, go cry ’bout it
beep*beep, pull up, big ol’ [?], blow through the tint, now i ain’t hidin’
i’m high off this earth, this b*tch ass soft as [?]
if i’m in the club [?]
stupid man, never showed my hand, i pop it word*for*word
i can be way out in the hills and have a n*gga layed out on the curb
[interlude]
hmm, heh

[verse 2]
they don’t like me, i don’t like ’em either, i don’t wanna link with n*ggas
before i take the stand all on my mans, i’ll be stuck in the system
i heard he made it, but two of ’em died, the car had crashed
bullet holes through the front and the side
[?] know we tried to k!ll him
i was f*cked up for a lil’ minute, but way i came up, it was the quickest
[?] all in my coupe, i’m high off the jiggas

- fbg young lyrics

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