Finatic - GO FED! (feat. Lil Doomut)

A-Block
Slattgang
Fuck the Shiest', man
You already know how we rockin'
A-Block, BadLandGang
Like, Like
Like
I hit the stu', then, I roll me some Twin
Spark a G', put him right in the wind
Dissin' BadLand? He won't do it again
Me and my sharks, you know, they my Kin
Pull up to the function, just lookin' for opps
They be cap, they ain't spinnin' no blocks
We in Range, this shit ain't gettin' boxed
All greenlights, what the fuck is a stop?
Go thru the B', tryn' hang out the top
Tryn' clap me a G', tryn' fry me a Wvttz
I'm outside, why niggas keep wolfin'?
High off Twindrive, that boy got me cookin'
Shout out G3, he should've been lookin'
Lil Dee not a shark, his fin done got tooken
Shout out Lul Kap, he got slimed for his gat
That boy not a shark, he fuck with the rats
Tried to be from the hood, tryn' get him some states
I catch lil bro', he gettin' turned to a pack
I catch lil bro', he gettin' turned to a pack
Niggas keep wolfin', but run for they life
Notti Boppin', bro' died by a knife
Not Lil Twin, he got left by a light
Lil Diddy got hit, he started seein' light
If you ain't from the A', you get slimed for ya' cash
Tryn' go up the road, we eatin the gas
You diss on my mans? You ain't gettin' no pass
Like, this for DuBandzz, get left in the past
Free my camp, bitch, free my A'
Walkin' around Newark like playin' GTA
I'm in that Trap, servin', Night-to-Day
I'm on the corner, gettin' rid of that clay
Lil bro' a goon, shit strap like he Klay
Come get a basket, tryn' come thru the A'
Lil bro' get a basket, tryn' go for the lay
Lil bro' get a basket, tryn' go for the lay
Like
Lil bro' get a basket, tryn' go for the lay (A-Block)
Swag, Swag (Lil Doomut-Lil Doomut)
Lil bro', you got some nerve
Bullets'll put yo' ass up with the birds
She said I'm "articulate" with the words
That's how I got her to gimme' the slurps
Pull on they block, I'm gon' lurk
Tryn' play ball, I ain't wearin' no Jers'
We in a Range, gimme the turk'
Shit throw ass, I love how it twerk
Blow my gun, I love how it jerk
Makin' opp niggas run, I love how it work
You is a bitch, you don't put in no work
Nigga, we'll send bullets like bread on the first
Bust in the bitch throat, helpin' her thirst
You'll get put on a Tee like some merch
You wan' play? Then, I'ma reherase
I'ma up this Glock, I'ma blow this shit first
Gang (Swag)
He tryn' hop in that Jag'
Skrt, Boom! Bustin' yo ass
Fuck them niggas, they be goin' out bad
You slippin, don't get caught in that cab
He think he low, he can't hide in that mask
He think he good on the 'Net, so I crashed
She give me so much neck, Giraffe
Then, I hit from the back, cuz' she got a fat ass
You gimme' the gat, then, I'm really gon' blow
Aye, 5iveten? Piece my So'
.62s hot, shits leavin' him froze
Hop with the Glock, shit put him below
I'm tryn' Throw in the Field like Mahome
In front of ya' crib like a Garden Gnome
I'll get up on him, while he alone
He got his head down, all in his phone
Nine-double-M bullet, eatin' his dome
Shit left pinned down, all in a prone
Now, he watchin' over his bros like a drone
Speakin' on bro'? Better watch yo' tone (I'm So Slimee)
You'll get rocked, I'll hit you with stones
Better stay 50, I'll run in ya home
Tryn' play on the 'Net? Get hit with the Chrome
Opp niggas always tryn' wolf on the phone, I don't play like that
He got whooped Downtown, he ain't try to fight back
These seven .62s, he ain't tryn' fight that
He got put in a Box, now, he gettin' Matched
Bae'boy tried to Box, then, he got Packed like a Eighth
Roll up on a opp, have a nigga on Skates
Jumpoutgang, had him hoppin' the gate
But, he was too late, he fell on his face
I'll send a opp Outer Space
I start drawin'? He gettin' erased
He tried run, but he got chased
Them bullets too fast, he was tryna race
Come thru the Courts? I'ma slam like Blake
I'ma knock out his mind, shit gettin' misplaced
You tryna walk, better pick up ya pace
I'll make you Run Home, back to ya' Base
Come thru, let shit Boom like Bass
Fuck 808, this Glock got a kick
Jump out the V', get smoked like a Nic'
I'll kill shit for my dogs, John Wick
I'll cook a opp nigga like a fish stick
He'll get Jelly knocked out his Biscuit
I'll spark his top up like insent
Headshot, you'll get killed, instant
Tell all the opps "Play D', I love to shoot, and No, I ain't talkin' 'bout hoops
These shits hot like soup, I'll leave a opp nigga noodle, he gettin' loose
I'll make him Lean like Juice
I'll put the knock on his masseuse
Lil bitch tryn' work, get knocked out her boots
She think shit cute, now, on the news, bitch (Bitch)
Fuck? (Fuck?)
(Now, she on the news)

Written by:
Isa Bey, SlattBoy Money, Abdullah Bey

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