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out the mix - fmb dz lyrics

[intro]
(rell on the track)

[verse]
they told you get it back in blood, b*tch, i got it from the dirt
i can’t stop pourin’ mud, brodie keep chewin’ percs
don’t count your eggs until they hatch, don’t trust your plan until it work
if you trappin’, hit my line, i got good numbers on them chirps
i can get ’em to your door, buy two, i send four
i’ll still be that n*gga if this rap sh*t never blow
i ain’t lyin’ to you, n*gga want some ‘bows, i’ll fly ’em to you
’bout two hundred thousand on the ‘gram, who wanna sign to me? biggest, huh
i don’t go nowhere without my n*ggas, huh
every time i see a group of hoes, i want the thickest one
and i know these n*ggas really don’t like me, so them switches tucked
last n*gga tried to get down, we had to send him up
put that boy above the roof, my young n*ggas love to shoot
hit them n*ggas blocks so many times, made it uncomfortable
flip that b*tch around the second time, they ain’t know what to do
n*ggas better duck or run, get behind the truck or somethin’
all that sh*t from golden sun, even ski’s spent it, huh
never been the one to done, fifty thousand just on guns
twenty thousand on the light day, i do this sh*t for fun
i watch a n*gga get rich off of rap while he was on the run
i like to keep the money neat, keep a band there right
i’m a stand*up type, last of a dyin’ breed
first to leave the crime scene, all i do is find beans
got my whole arm buss, you ever seen time freeze?
i feel like boosie in ’07, tell the b*tch to wipe me down
i feel like sosa in 012, ’cause bronem keep them pipes around
i feel like me in 2017 when i dropped “hold me down”
n*ggas can’t f*ck with me then and they can’t f*ck with me now
since he had my name in it, we gon’ shoot him in his mouth
i’m a p*rock baby livin’ in a million dollar house
i can’t let these n*ggas trick me out my spot, i made it out
family and money two things i don’t play about
i be stayin’ out the mix, you know that sh*t’ll get you k!lled
i ain’t into makin’ friends, that ain’t even how i’m built
i’ma last a long time ’cause i got my own mind
i don’t follow after n*ggas b*tch, i walk my own line
me and brodie put our heads together, that’s a goldmine
he ain’t bring his pole out, so i let him hold mine
boy, you know i ride with two of ’em, i got that sh*t for other
they get behind me, b*tch, keep goin’, we got a chopper in the trunk

- fmb dz lyrics

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