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FBG Duck


Billionaire Black~
Look, Bang Bang That's My sh*t
30 Shot Clip I Pop sh*t
Run Up On Billionaire You Catch Hot sh*t
Saying I Ain't Out Here n*gga Stop It
Look, n*gga I'm Rolling Off A Duce
Shout To Them Hittas Off Duce
Run Up On Billion He'll Shoot
You Expose n*ggas Time To Tell The Truth
Look, You Say Bo In The Streets Huh?
I Ain't Never Seen Bo In The Streets Son
Catch Brieana Like A Front Street Sign Run Up On n*gga Boom Boom She Done
Riding Foreign But We Use To Ride Nissan
You n*ggas Broke 2/3 You n*ggas Peon
Choppar With Knife He Done
You n*ggas Get Played Out Like Rerun
Duck Like Edai In The Eway b*tch His Head Up Sell It On Ebay
We Be Racing For This Money Like A Relay
I Can f*ck A Main b*tch Any Day
No Lacking In The Field Keep The Steel
Smoking Dope To The Face Sour Dill
A Lot Of You Rappers Ain't Real Def-Jam Hear You Gone Loose Yo Dill
Look, 10 Toes Down In The Hood I Keeps Poles In The Damn Woods
I Got A Pole On Me I Wish A n*gga Damn Would
100 Goons With A n*gga It's An Ambush
We Sweep A n*gga Out The Whole Block
Catch Johnny Make Him Run Cause He Thought It Was Funny
Red Beam n*gga Open Up Yo Top
Wasn't Trying To Get It Check Ho Clock
Look, Off A Molly Probally Odee
I Smoke OG By Oz
n*ggas Talking They Don't Really Know Me
There Go b*tch Then f*ck n*gga Show Me
Let Me Go back To The Old Me
Cause I Use To Keep In Them Toaster
Hit A n*gga With The Kobra And Froze Him
f*ck n*gga Exposer

FBG Duck
Johnny Say My Name, Now I Think Its Time To Murk His Ass
Have My Shooter Lurked For His Ass Late Night Trying To T-Shirt His Ass
Slide Up And My b*tch With Me Got The 30 Stuck In Her Burken Bag
n*ggas Going Better But Its Hurt To Say It f*ck I Cain't Black Herse His Ass
Why The f*ck Is They Playing These Games With Me And They Know These 30 Shots Hang With Me
They b*tches They Not Who They Claim To Be I'm On That You Look Like A Stain To Me
Opps Know Its Not A Thing For Me I Got Shooters That'll Make It Rain For Me
I Remain To be ST. Lawrence Cause Them n*ggas Did Everything For Me
You Said I Was Nobody To Play With Big Ass Gun I Stay With
Brie Think It's Jack Time But Whole Time That Lack Time
Jack Boys Might Rap About Guns But Never Spray sh*t
Brie A b*tch Ain't Shoot sh*t And Travis Be On A Lot Of Hating sh*t
Remeber When We Drove By S. May, It Was Five OF Us And We Were And Yo Face U ain't say or do sh*t
If You Sneak Diss And We Caught Yall, Yall Would Of Saw About A Hunna Round
n*gga You Can Loose Yo Life Diss Week
I See Yall Think This sh*t Sweet
I Ride Down May And See No One
This sh*t Starting To Get Week
John Say Man Down On St. Lawrence
Boy DOn't Get Yo Ass Smoked Tweaking On Ganja
And I Will Let You Meet That Lama
Shout To Them Hittas R.I.P To Jack Boyz

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