My Block lyrics

[Intro: FMB DZ]
Hmm
Fast Money Boyz
Yeah
Ooh, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
I done blew so much money f*ckin' with the drank
I just made two hundred bands, let's go to the bank
Fast money, heavyweight, I'm the biggest ape
I'll get your ass dropped somewhere out of state
Me and Jefe off a pint, I can barely move
I just popped a whole Perky and went to the moon
I got blood in my cup, blood on my shoes
I just f*cked the baddest b*tch and left her in the room
I spent four thousand for this 'fit, I think I'm all that
Cleat check around this b*tch, shout out ALLBLACK
When I hit her I'll be done, I don't call back
I don't believe these rap n*ggas, I think it's all cap
I ain't had sh*t but a stick, tryna shoot and trip
Times change, now I'm on Rodeo with the baddest b*tch
High as hell in the Bentley truck goin' the wrong way
Get me back to my resort, I had a long day
In the fifty zone with fifty on me, I'm with fifty n*ggas
You just be rapping, you ain't active, you ain't with the killers
You don't be trapping, your broke ass has never caught a package
Sit the f*ck down before I push your n*ggas' sh*t back
[Chorus: FMB DZ]
We got FN's, we got chopsticks
I bet that AR hit what the Glock miss
Flyin' first class, b*tch, I'm somewhere by the c*ckpit
I'm just a young rich n*gga on some fly sh*t, yeah
I need a Lamborghini on my block, huh
I'm tryna spend two-fifty on my watch, huh
Had your b*tch gettin' busy on the yacht
God can kill me right now if that's a lie

[Verse 2: ALLBLACK]
These ain't AMF bowling cleats, look again
I blew sixty bands last week and still got one-ten
Fell out with family, up the strap on them so-called friends
Tell n*ggas no one time and watch how they bash your head
On stage at Rolling Loud, strap slippin' down my pants
Sleep paralysis, I hate layin' down in the bed
Since n*ggas know so much, tell me, what's two plus two?
Since n*ggas got so much drip, why your 'fit so boo?
Since n*ggas hate BLACK so much, why I ain't been blues?
n*ggas be out here tellin' stories like they ain't county blues
Max off that tan, if you move wrong, I'ma bust
Eyes rollin' back like ghetto girls, DC, pass the buffs
I got billboards on that blade by the taco truck
I bend two corners like a trick and break on a mutt
Turn on that rockstar sh*t and make a white b*tch choose up
Put her on X and XX, that's a thousand a nut
[Chorus: FMB DZ]
We got FN's, we got chopsticks
I bet that AR hit what the Glock miss
Flyin' first class, b*tch, I'm somewhere by the c*ckpit
I'm just a young rich n*gga on some fly sh*t, yeah
I need a Lamborghini on my block, huh
I'm tryna spend two-fifty on my watch, huh
Had your b*tch gettin' busy on the yacht
God can kill me right now if that's a lie

[Outro: FMB DZ & ALLBLACK]
We got FN's, we got chopsticks
I bet that AR hit what the Glock miss
Yes, it will, yes, it will
Yes, it will, yes, it will, yes, it will