2016 lyrics

[Intro: FMB DZ]
Yeah, huh, ah
(It's Hokatiwi)
Huh, woah, huh, woah, woah, huh

[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
Lil' b*tch ask me where I'm from, I'm tellin' her the D
She see the jewelry, see the teeth, she already know it's me
Gettin' paid to do the sh*t I love, I ain't doin' sh*t for free
I done did sh*t for n*ggas that ain't did sh*t for me
n*gga think I want somethin' like I'm a ho or somethin'
My akh pull up with my young n*ggas and we'll show him somethin'
I only scraped n*ggas then 'cause I had love for 'em
n*gga damn near died about this sh*t, I shed blood for it
n*gga, where the f*ck was you when I was on the 'Hound?
Comin' down with some petty sh*t, gettin' spinned around
I ain't have my hand out or my head down
Fast-forward five years later, I'm the man now
How you hate on that? You can't hate on greatness
I'll pull a n*gga bluff, I don't do no fakin'
Ain't no n*gga never took sh*t, b*tch, we do the robbin'
Pull up on you by myself, I'm shootin' and I'm drivin'
And I got a thing for bad b*tches that got low mileage
Streets taught me everything I know, I ain't go to no college
n*gga think he really f*ckin' with me? Tell that boy stop it
Once the [?][0:52] see some' comin' out, n*ggas can't hide it
Me and bro on white buffs smokin' white buds
Back-to-back white trucks, everybody piped up
Ever since we dropped "Hold Me Down", they ain't like us
They still tryna hold me down, but I don't give a f*ck
[Verse 2: G.T.]
Ayy, I remember it like yesterday, short dreads, heavy K
Just jumped off the freight, turned around 20K
All of my n*ggas straight, everybody gettin' cake
Spot workin', me and Barry, you can call him BigFace
The Cartier flat, but the Rollie got the big face
You pourin' up a one, lil' n*gga, we drink big eights
Let's play a game, n*gga, big bank, lil' bank
The anniversary in one chain, that's 100K
And we still gettin' fast money, we ain't gotta brag money
And you ain't put nothin' in your stash, you a damn dummy
We can get you white squares, we can get you husky
f*cked up the D and sold up Kentucky
f*cked up the D, sold up Kentucky
If you ain't on my hitlist, consider it you lucky