Again lyrics

by

FBG Murda



[Intro]
Ah, turn me up, ah (Fargo on the beat, so you know he got the trap jumping)
OTSMI
Uh, uh (Uh, uh), uh, uh
f*ck all the opps, we'll—
Uh, uh

[Chorus]
f*ck all the opps, we'll kill 'em again (Kill 'em again)
n*gga tweak them stacks and get left where extent (Get left where extent)
Got a 300 black and a big-ass 10 (A big-ass 10)
You ain't gang, don't jump your ass up in this den (Jump your ass up in this b*tch)
Said I was done with them pills and it ain't been a month and I'm back on the b*tches again (Back on the b*tches again)
Every time I got booked, I done got in that b*tch (Grrt) playin' dumb like I don't hear nothin' they said (I don't hear sh*t they said)

[Verse]
Just off the rap, madе a few hundred bands (A few hundrеd bands)
I forget and I'm turnt be still tryna spin (Be still tryna spin)
For price on his head, I'ma stretch him (Grrt)
We bounce and lay left, but I hope he don't die with his kid (Don't die with his kid)
The opps tried to sit on the set, switch taught him a lesson, go tell him, "Don't try it again" (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Make him pick his whip by the exit, you askin' who steppin', we the ones they gon' recommend (That they gon' recommend)
It ain't no snakin' a snake, I saw what was cookin' before I had got in the pot (Before I had got in the pot)
Now that's a dumbass way to die, they playin' the middle, gon' wake up with angels and God (Gon' wake up with angels and God)
We had spotted him out 'cause his size, I knew his big ass couldn't run, let's get on him, he's got (Get on him, he got)
Told us leave all the guns in the ride but I know the promoter, we all gettin' in with a box (We all gettin' in with a— grrt)
Free Cool, he a real-life bully, I turn on that fully and leave somethin' red in his locs (Leave somethin' red in his locs)
n*gga really want beef 'bout some pus*y, boy, just keep it pushin', you been knew that b*tch was a bop (You been knew that b*tch was a bop)
I like f*ckin' when sh*t is OT and she gotta be neat 'cause these hoes in the city be hot (Hoes in the city be hot)
Ridin' loud, that SRT Jeep, but this ain't a strike, boy, this b*tch that we in off the lot (b*tch off the lot)
Paramedics too late 'cause he already shot (He already shot), I won't call off a blitz, we go through with the plot (Go through with the plot)
He so close to the door, he think I'm finna knock (Think I'm finna knock)
Dropped a four in this b*tch, eight hundred and pop (Eight hundred a pop)
They got bro for a beat, free him out of that box (Free him out of that box)
Just told them all murder, don't talk to the cops (Don't talk to the cops)
The last n*gga caught was the last n*gga boxed (The last n*gga boxed)
Free Moo real soon, brought it back on the block (Brought it back on the block)
Gen 5 with a flat but I Drac'd the chop' (Drac'd the chop')
When we get on your ass, better up that Glock (Better up your Glock)
He'll run so fast, still send him up top (Still send him up top)
You do not get a pass, boy, you be with the opps (Boy, you be with the opps)
When I drop my mask, sh*t get dropped (sh*t get dropped)
Wanna drop his flag 'cause his bro got popped (His bro got popped)
Heard he turned to a rat, that's a bet on his ass (Rat-ass n*gga)
Be back tryna crash if my brother get locked (If my brother get locked, n*gga)
[Chorus]
f*ck all the opps, we'll kill 'em again (We kill 'em again)
n*gga tweak them stacks and get left where extent (Get left where extent)
Got a 300 black and a big-ass 10 (I'm ballin', n*gga, I'm, I'm tweakin' on this b*tch)
You ain't gang, don't jump your ass up in this den (Jump your ass up in this b*tch, go on, tell)
Said I was done with them pills and it ain't been a month and I'm back on the b*tches again (Back on the b*tches again)
Every time I got booked, I done got in that b*tch (Free my n*gga Cool) playin' dumb like I don't hear nothin' they said (Ayy, ayy)

[Outro]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
n*gga, f*ck all the opps, n*gga
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