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ttg (tutu gang) (fbg mix) - maserati monte lyrics

[refrain: fbg duck]
tutu gang and tookaville (let’s get it)
stl, shoot to live (l’s)
rob a n*gga for his money (boom)
ask his ass where he live (where you stay at?)
make his ass touch the moon (moon)
i’m one hundred percent goon (i am)
f*ck with me, i c*ck it back
then it go— boom, boom, boom

[interlude: fbg b*tta]
d*mn, ttg, man, why y’all had to do ’em like that, man?
tunechi 26 times, man
bring that sh*t back for these f*ck n*ggas
aight
[intro: maserati monte]
number 9, ho
me and number 26, we in this b*tch, fly boy gang
catch up
(copo, copo, copo)

[chorus: maserati monte & fbg duck]
r.i.p. young tutu, i can’t believe my n*gga gone (let’s get it)
now i’m smokin’ loud blunts, ’bout to put one to the dome (ttg sh*t)
r.i.p. young tutu, i can’t believe my n*gga gone (fbg sh*t)
now i’m smokin’ loud blunts, ’bout to put onе to the dome (shout out fyb rell rеll)
r.i.p. young tutu, i can’t believe my n*gga gone (shout out my broski lil’ sam, man)
now i’m f*ckin’ all the thots, then i kick ’em to the curb (you know how i’m rockin’)
r.i.p. young tutu, i can’t believe my n*gga gone (number 26, what up, man? double*0, number 9)
now i’m f*ckin’ all the thots, then i kick ’em to the curb (lil’ number 2, what it do? 24, what’s good?)

[verse 1: fbg duck & maserati monte]
okay, it’s tutu gang and tookaville (let’s get it)
stl, shoot to live (l’s)
rob a n*gga for his money (boom)
ask his ass where he live (where you stay at?)
make his ass touch the moon (moon)
i’m one hundred percent goon (i am)
f*ck with me, i c*ck it back
then it go— boom, boom, boom
oh, sh*t, i’m in this b*tch, fly boy gang, we k!llin’ sh*t
shout out to my broski young, these n*ggas is minute men (they minute men)
disrespectin’ broski name, i ain’t really feelin’ that (number 9)
i’m really gettin’ sick of that, it’s time to put an end to that (let’s get it)
[verse 2: maserati monte & fbg dutchie]
yeah, i miss folks (i miss folks), so you know i had to do this song (do this song)
brick got the jock (number 30), but two times, he gon’ get ’em gone (number 2)
i’m the chief of ttg (the chief), you know it ain’t sh*t to me (ttg)
on the g (on the g), play with me, i keep the iron, you get the creeps (boom, boom, boom, boom)
in your crib while you sleep, put the banger to his t**th (to his t**th)
i’m number 9, ho (number 9), i know you wish you never slept on me (hah)
your b*tch wanna f*ck with me (she do) just because i’m fbg (i’m fbg)
but she don’t even know after me, she gotta d*t*d (do these d*cks, lil’ ho)

[chorus: maserati monte & king lil jay]
r.i.p. young tutu, i can’t believe my n*gga gone
now i’m smokin’ loud blunts, ’bout to put one to the dome
r.i.p. young tutu, i can’t believe my n*gga gone
now i’m smokin’ loud blunts, ’bout to put one to the dome
r.i.p. young tutu, i can’t believe my n*gga gone (ttg sh*t)
now i’m f*ckin’ all the thots, then i kick ’em to the curb (catch up, lil’ b*tch)
r.i.p. young tutu, i can’t believe my n*gga gone (uh*huh, let’s get it)
now i’m f*ckin’ all the thots, then i kick ’em to the curb (double*0)

[verse 3: king lil jay & fbg dutchie]
okay, yeah, i f*ck with cvg (free doro), it’s stl, ebt (tutu gang)
tryna f*ck with ttg (bang), it’s gonna be the e*n*d (l’s)
all you opps lame (y’all is), gusto [?] (goofy)
f*ckin’ with me, bad luck (hah), no ouija board
.40 glock, thirty*shot (bang*bang), red beam, green beam (bang*bang)
lay a n*gga flat like i knocked over a flatscreen (hahaha)
tvg, ttg (two times), doin’ hits for my team (brrat)
you would think my guns drinkin’ red bull, they give you wings (dutchie, number 2, fbg sh*t, let’s get it)
[verse 4: fbg dutchie]
ttg mvp (ttg), p*ssy, i’m a starter (i am)
catch me every night, i’m cashin’ out like carlton (like carlton)
r.i.p. carlton (r.i.p. bro), i gotta go harder (go harder)
catch one of the opps (a opp), up the jock, this a slaughter (boom, boom, boom, boom)
springfield xd (xd) or i got the ruger (that ruger)
free my homeboy lil’ b (that’s lil’ b) and free my broski booga (that’s booga)
yeah, they call me two times (two times, two times), so i had to do this verse (that’s dutchie)
i k!lled the fbg mix, b*tch (i did, haha), it’s only right (it’s only right)

[chorus: maserati monte & fbg dutchie]
r.i.p. young tutu, i can’t believe my n*gga gone
now i’m smokin’ loud blunts, ’bout to put one to the dome (tutu gang, man)
r.i.p. young tutu, i can’t believe my n*gga gone (fbg sh*t, fly boy gang)
now i’m smokin’ loud blunts (loud blunts), ’bout to put one to the dome (to the dome)
r.i.p. young tutu (huh?), i can’t believe my n*gga gone (shout out to the gang)
now i’m f*ckin’ all the thots, then i kick ’em to the curb (fly boy gang, tutu gang, or get slained)
r.i.p. young tutu, i can’t believe my n*gga gone (f*ck n*gga, go hard)
now i’m f*ckin’ all the thots, then i kick ’em to the curb

[outro: fbg dutchie]
(copo, copo, copo)
yeah, r.i.p. to tutu, i can’t believe my n*gga gone, d*mn
i just can’t believe my n*gga gone

- maserati monte lyrics

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