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9000 Rondae

FMB DZ

Verse 1: Coach Joey]

Put some numbers on his head, like a hashtag

When you broke and you lame, you can't hide that

I’m ad at my old bitches, want my time back

'Bout to run up a check, you can't time that

Rewind that, I don’t want no time back

Come and get your change, nigga, you can have your dime back

Heard you [?] pussy, remind that

Listen, bitch, I need some head, where your mind at?

I know you don't like when I talk crazy like this

But shit, I don't care what you say, let my nigga hit

[Chorus: FMB DZ]

You gon' roll with us, or get rolled over

You gon' rol with us, or get rolled over

You gon' rol with us, or get rolled over

Big dawg, we make pussy niggas roll over

We make pussy niggas roll over

Big dawg, we make pussy niggas roll over

Roll over

Nigga, roll over

[Verse 2: 9000 Rondae]

Solid ass nigga, I'm a hundred as they come

Brodie slapped the faces on them D's and go dumb

Tell a ho to stay on your knees til I cum

And we don’t ever sleep on no beef til it’s done, nigga

Ask about me, they'll tell you niggas know it’s up

Niggas snitching, how them boys always know what's up?

Extended clip on this stick, I ain't reloading nothing

And ain't nowhere you can run, when them demons coming

Nigga, is you ’bout it, or is niggas acting?

How you always playing roles, but ain't in the action?

You only strapped on IG, I heard niggas lacking

We moved niggas out they hood, sent them niggas packing

[Chorus: FMB DZ]

You gon' roll with us, or get rolled over

You gon' rol with us, or get rolled over

You gon' rol with us, or get rolled over

Big dawg, we make pussy niggas roll over

We make pussy niggas roll over

Big dawg, we make pussy niggas roll over

Roll over

Nigga, roll over

[Verse 3: Cash Kidd]

Nigga, fuck a vest, good head aim

We the reason your bitch need a new bed frame

Yeah, made that bitch mount, shout out Shred Gang

I turned into poodey tang, when them feds came

Just post your W.C.W. on Backpage

My koogger faking back pains, might send some perkies that way

Couple on me now, couple bands in the ashtray

Send a bag, don't really do no work, like a half day

Boy, stop hitting on your bitch, and hit the road

Nigga, face got [?] I got my bitch up in the stoves

Eh, lame thinking with your dick, my bitch made you get some phones

Eh, we be cooking hams together, yeah, Thanksgiving goals, nigga