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the gym - fmb dz & eastside reup lyrics

[intro: rmc mike]
(1800 for you)
b*tch
(d*mn, e, this a classic)

[verse 1: rmc mike]
hey, ri’, this beat is interesting
glock 26 with a thirty, f*ck a smith & wesson
hit a n*gga twenty*three times in his middle section
bro got seven plays on the way, i’m finna intercept ’em
[verse 2: eastside reup]
hey, five hundred grams out the brick just to re*press it
hundred*grand play on southfield, meet me at the westin
tay*tay ridin’ with me, i hope he don’t miss the exit
ridin’ with an ar, a glock, and a smith & wesson

[verse 3: rio da yung og]
ayy, i’m a flint n*gga
hit your fender with an f&h, leave a dent in it
ooh, this pop dark as h*ll, i poured a six in it
one*twenty for a line of this, i put your rent in it
i could drink a whole gallon, i got big kidneys
my boy say he don’t want to buy the work if ain’t no fent’ in it
he wanna ball, i met him at the court, we in this b*tch dribblin’
speed reloader, load a hundred*round drum in six minutes

[verse 4: fmb dz]
before i let you get the up on me, i’ma get you gone
every n*gga with me say a prayer before we hit that road
usually i get a ten ball before i hit the hole
everybody throw a mask on before we hit the blow

[verse 5: rmc mike]
i swear this sh*t came out the blue
told bro i want a lemonade, f*ck a mountain dew
she mad ’cause i left, the drank gone, sh*t, i’m poutin’ too
pop a n*gga, chill back for a week at the fontainebleau
[verse 6: rio da yung og]
sh*t, i got an ounce of food
ninety*eight grams of lactose, i’ma round it by two
the plug dropped one off yesterday, i met him ’round two
hit her sober, then popped a perc’, ready for round two

[verse 7: fmb dz]
i got young n*ggas that’ll rob you for a pair of shoes
lil’ bro wanna hit the road so he’ll k!ll for blues
since a n*gga wanna get some clout, we put him on the news
send the boogieman to your block, he make n*ggas move

[verse 8: eastside reup]
f*ck around and i’ll drop your daddy for a pack of oranges (i will)
hit the road, state*to*state tourin’, i ain’t come performin’ (nah)
i hit the ho and gave her back, bro, that b*tch borin’ (that b*tch borin’)
gave the ho mcdonalds, she keep askin’ for some f*ckin’ mortons (she keep askin’)

[verse 9: rmc mike & rio da yung og]
b*tch, i’m finna lock it down
.300 blackout with the suppressor make not a sound
military*issued m16 hold a lot of rounds
the opps slid in a helicopter, we shot it down

[verse 10: eastside reup]
play and i’ll have los smoke your ass like a black and mild (smoke his ass)
opps tried to slide, caught they ass, made him turn around (caught his ass)
had to leave my old ho, the b*tch ain’t wanna hold me down (my b*tch)
still countin’ old pros, i’m tryna touch a hundred thou’
[verse 11: fmb dz]
pop a perc’, slam dunk in her like i’m vince carter
pour a four in a twenty ounce, it look like flint water
put a half of fent’ on the brick so it can hit harder
i just bought a mac with a compressor, this b*tch a sh*t starter
all my opps turned into my fans, them n*ggas thought smarter
get you whacked if you refuse my offer, i’m the godfather
don dada, young dog trippin’, he a live wire
fast money, turnaround gang, it’s the empire

- fmb dz eastside reup lyrics

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