[Intro: FMB DZ]

(Getta Beats)

Hmm, we hit that nigga block, gon' let off eighty

I heard they put some money on my baby

I heard they put some money on my baby

I heard they put some money on my baby

I'm 'bout to drop a bag in the streets and go crazy

Hmm

[Verse 1: FMB DZ]

This shit like Call of Duty in real life, bitch, we the military

We the reason all them pussy niggas in them cemeteries

You can't get to me, I'm higher up, nigga, I'm legendary

I tell no lies, my young niggas slide, I get niggas buried

Get a nigga dropped, I'ma pay the fee to get him gone

Hit him in his top, I just wanna make sure he get home

Made him flip his car, he fucked around and fractured every bone

I heard he broke his neck, don't show no disrespect, we ain't gon' go for that

If a hit on 'em, they gon' sit on 'em before they get on 'em

They hopped out with two bad bitches, they had the switch on 'em

They got scopes on 'em with the flashlight, they ain't gon' miss nothin'

Lights out, now all a nigga hear is the machine bustin'

He say he got some killers? I got killers too, so that don't mean nothin'

Hit his block around 3 o'clock, nobody seen nothin'

Brodie got that bad motherfucker with that curve in it

Smokin' in a 2020 Benz, hittin' serves in it

[Chorus: FMB DZ]

If a hit on 'em, they gon' sit on 'em before they get on 'em

They hopped out with two bad bitches, they had the switch on 'em

They got scopes on 'em with the flashlight, they ain't gon' miss nothin'

Lights out, now all a nigga hear is the machine bustin'

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]

Yeah, nigga, I'll press somethin'

Yeah, I'll dead somethin', huh, be done left somethin'

Had to put some money on a bitch

I got mad 'cause she tried to say she wasn't suckin' dick

I left out the trap and I didn't forget the clip, huh

I'm about my racks, boy, I gotta get the strips, huh

You ain't gotta ask, boy, I'm always with the shits

Hit him in his shit, he ain't 'bout shit, aww shit

Huh, my lil' nigga extra dirty, 'bout to do you dirty, huh

He got thirty on him right now, actin' like he thirty

The game older, AK-47 gon' inside-out his jersey

Huh, get right about that murder

Huh, we sound like Silver Surfer, huh

Ain't no more old man, bitch, I'm— hold on

Ain't no more old man, bitch, I'm off that, uh

Hit them hoes with two hands, get your jaw crack—, nah

Hit his ass with the two hands, get your jaw cracked

[Chorus: FMB DZ]

If a hit on 'em, they gon' sit on 'em before they get on 'em

They hopped out with two bad bitches, they had the switch on 'em

They got scopes on 'em with the flashlight, they ain't gon' miss nothin'

Lights out, now all a nigga hear is the machine bustin'