Young Breed - FDB lyrics

rate me

I ain't tell myself I ain't killin' them

Rockers are mill shit, haters be filling it

All of my bitches exotic, straight out the projects

You know I can tint them

4 on 4 orgy, getting me forgy,

All y'all sweating, I be hit'em

Y'all get talkin' that trash shit

Lil' nigga better know I've been flippin'

Don't hate nothin' but that fool

Go fuck that snitch

I hear ya tellin' on your home boys

That's a fla up shit

I'ma thrill that nigga

Can't tear that from him

Pro'ly got that working

I'm like c'mon, work it

Walk it in a trezzy

Put it in a paw

Watch it dead like Vitti

Grip that glutch,

Ain't get caught slipping

I'm a real ass nigga

Strictly bout my business

If you ain't bout that

Then I'ma tell you like this

You ain't got the wracks

Then you ain't bout shit

Money rule the world

Money rule your girl

Money get me dollars and pearls

Money on my mind and your girl on my dick

How a nigga pull a thing like this?

Caking and casing and still no replacing

Doing my thang till she thought I was hatious

All these watches I got with no pay shit

Fuck that bitch, but you pro'ly gon'save her

Blue tie, bank keys

Where I'm form, nigga

Everything done deed, had been done

My true gang, from my shoe gang

Can't touch this shit