F.G.M.G Lyrics

F.G.M.G - Intro

Ride in the rain
Get in the plane
Hang with the goons
My niggas insane
Thirty and fourty
I come with the burner
I ball so hard like even turner
Come in the clutch
I'm getting that dust
Eyes on you when you getting that dust
Fly ass nigga don't need no wings
Rolling up the loud
With a cup full of lean
Bosses of bosses multiple wins
Ain't taking no losses
Thinking to myself benny with the forges
No scratch that whole team
Benny with the forges
Got down with the plug
Four G young og
Before twenty young nigga just nineteen
Thank god for never giving up
Because he blessed a nigga
Feet on paper i'm chasing hundreds
This shit came with unlimited gas
Roll down the window and blow out gas
Road to riches this shit came with unlimited gas
I'm wavy baby cool and crazy
Contest me you a fool daily
I pick my bars up if they sound lazy
Don't fuck with me just pay me
Greatly is How I'm trying to pull them racks in
Diamonds is how I'm trying to show the price tag
That's when a nigga racking
Keep the kind of gun
That'll blow a nigga back in
And it shoot three at a time
Like stephen Benton harbor
Is the city i'm repping
Were young niggas carry weapons
And never learn lessons
Always stay flexing with the other youngans
Crack fiends smelling like funyons
I don't know whether to serve them
Or run from them fuck that
I'm about that money
Twenties and fifties and hundreds

Written by:
Brandon Paak Anderson, Glen Earl Boothe Jr

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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