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membas 3 - fwc big key lyrics

[intro]
(you can’t treat him like any of the other n*ggas around here, ’cause he ain’t like any of the other n*ggas around here, you got it?)
(3kin)
(d*mn, this littylyfetae)
(kaio)

[verse 1]
i ain’t like these other n*ggas, get a drop, i get the job done (i k!ll sh*t)
i lost a switch in a chase, i got lil rob gun (baby drac’)
bendin’, it ain’t no opps out, i’m tryna find one (where y’all at?)
just threw a ladder in the glock, i’m tryna climb somethin’

[verse 2: 392 lil head]
dead opps in this blunt, only big ‘woods (f*ck the opps)
i can’t drive the strike today, i know sticcs could (i’m out the window)
i can’t get the drop on him, but my b*tch could (send the lo’)
i got thе draco on me right now, n*gga, r.i.p. woods

[verse 3]
money on his head, but wе gon’ smoke his ass for free (belt gang)
in a strike on 7 mile, b*tch, we smokin’ on that e (e pack)
30 ain’t tryna bend, i’ma smoke his ass with lik (what up, lik?)
i ain’t blowin’ out the whip, i’ma jump out for mb (r.i.p. tempo)

[verse 4: fwc big key]
i’m on 8th with them k!llers who on section 8 (in the ‘jects)
boy, you broke, i get chips because i’m better made (get it?)
boo’d up, sleepin’ with my chopper like i’m ella mai (i’m boo’d up)
a n*gga reach, i’ma send his ass to heaven gates (boy)
[verse 5: cashgang tae]
ran off, robbed the plug, said he k!llin’ me (uh*huh)
a thousand ‘bows, finna open a dispensary
we dropped dog, why the f*ck he keep on dissin’ me? (pick him up)
we was just takin’ hits, now we industry

[verse 6: cashgang mike]
a n*gga troll, i’ma put his ass on saycheese
viral, been amiri’d down since i was eighteen (since a jit)
i got fans, i just bought a pole with fake cheese (h*ll)
cpn, i just got a strike with fake d’s

[verse 7: realrichizzo]
them disses got your brother k!lled, put that mic down (uh*huh)
r.i.p. mb, we just hit a head for mike brown (n*gga)
broad day, my b*tch’ll k!ll you in her nightgown (i love you, shorty)
i’m finna jog to the chop, it ain’t no strikes ’round (mr. kod)

[verse 8: 392 dharp]
they be sayin’ that it’s money on our head (uh*huh), well, come and get it then (pull up on me)
big chop, this b*tch the same size as lil head (n*gga)
i just f*cked an opp b*tch and got a lil’ head
bendin’, couldn’t catch the biggest opp, we got his lil’ man (his lil’ bro)

[verse 9: 392 unk]
me and q bendin’ out the striker, man, who tryna bump? (what up, tony?)
get my pole and pop the opp, that’s why they call me unk (uncle joe)
boy, if some sh*t ever go down, you better call me up (call me now)
that b*tch know i ain’t her man, she only call me drunk
[verse 10: 24lik]
out of town servin’ ice, but my glock came with a cube (brrt)
plain white tee on, but the collar say it’s rhude (this b*tch rhude)
pop a jigga, grab the chop, i’m in my murder man mood
i just spanked an opp broad day, it’s just me and shoe (n*gga)

[verse 11: 392 marky]
i just spanked an opp at nighttime, it’s just me and threat
b*tch, it’s marky, either give it up or get your ass stretched
trollin’ on the ‘gram, we gon’ get your ass next (for real)
if we hit the drive right, you gon’ get your ass left (n*gga)

[verse 12]
f*ck e, b*tch, we smokin’ on this opp pack (f*ck 30 too)
they in the brewsters, then we shootin’ up the projects (ybn)
feds askin’ where the f*ck rudy eye at? (hah)
belt gang, can’t name an opp we ain’t shot yet (belt gang)

- fwc big key lyrics

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