Name Somebody F.W.M lyrics

[Intro]
(J, this sh*t too crazy)

[Verse 1]
I can't name another n*gga f*cking with me
Quarter in the wood cost $150
Tryna run the rap game like 50
Bows come from Sacramento like Bibby
My young n*gga got a Glock 10 milli
You know we gotta keep it on us in the city
Stomach shot leave that n*gga sh*tty
Stuff a 50-ball in my di*kies
I don’t trust n*ggas, n*ggas sticky
I ain't tryna f*ck, b*tch, make it quicky
Glock sticks, you know they hold 50
Taking bows down to Mississipi
Every week in another city
I'll never leave my brother like I’m 150
Everywhere I go, I got thugs with me
Throwing Bs, got some Bloods with me
He throwing Cs, I got cuz with me
Can't go nowhere without my gun with me
He can't go nowhere, he ain't got no funds with him
He switched sides, I don't f*ck with him
If she stay down, then I f*ck with her
If she stay down, run it up with her
Skino always in the cut with us
Got some lean with me, bring a cup with you
I... know these n*ggas be hating a lot
I'm throwing Bs 'cause I'm from the block
A n*gga play with gang, I’m getting him dropped
I wanna f*ck, I want the top
If you my brother, I’m calling you Ock
If she ho, I'm calling her thot
If you ain’t talking money, n*gga you get blocked
[Bridge]
I don't f*ck with n*ggas, they opps
n*ggas start beefing, they call the cops
$500 just for a pop
Me and my n*ggas locked in like locs
Bro keep a stick, he is a mop
You ain't no bully, n*gga you ain't no jock
I feel like Boosie, I’m calling the shots
These n*ggas worser than Instagram bots

[Verse 2]
I can't name another n*gga f*cking with me
Quarter in the wood cost $150
Tryna run the rap game like 50
Bows come from Sacramento like Bibby
My young n*gga got a Glock 10 milli
You know we gotta keep it on us in the city
Stomach shot leave that n*gga sh*tty
Stuff a 50-ball in my di*kies