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[Intro: FBG Duck]
(Jay Storm)
Heh?
Most of these n*ggas try to play hard, but they pus*y
Boy, these n*ggas know they pus*y
Most of these n*ggas think they pros, but they rookies
Ooh, turn up
(Jay Storm)
I told them b*tches I don't catch feelings, I'm sorry (Hahahahaha, skrrt, I'm not)
I ain't signin' no deal if it's not for the mill', I'm sorry
Ooh, gang, turn up

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
b*tch, I'm a pro in the game and most of these n*ggas is rookies (b*tch)
Most of them try to play hard, but some of 'em should have a pus*y (Ooh)
I don't do this sh*t for me, I do this sh*t for the fam (Let's get it)
I just be keepin' it real 'cause real n*gga just who I am (Ah, damn)
I be tellin' these b*tches that I don't catch feelings, I'm sorry (No, no)
I ain't signin' no deal if it's not for the millions, I'm sorry (Damn)
Try to play me, the shootеr come shoot up the building, I'm sorry (Brrt)
Bullets start flyin', now you hidin' your childrеn, I'm sorry (Brrt)

[Verse 1: Bundlez & FBG Duck]
Diamonds flashin' like polaroids, got hella bands in my [?] (Bands)
b*tch, these is Trues, [?] is true, everything I got more than you (Goddamn)
Burn the dope like some motor oil, jettin' on b*tches, I know that it's [?] you (Squad)
Frontin' your move, you and your dudes, why you go overboard? (Ooh)
Ridin' in foreigns and [?] them foreigns, my life on a [?] cruise (Ooh)
Lettin' off shots, poppin' at opps, now his ass see-through
I been trappin' back in the day, I would sell dope with no hope, man, I had no way
Now all I do is ball, MVP, I'm [?] first place (Goof'-ass)
She all on my di*k 'cause of Duck, that b*tch, she so popped, she so strung (Gang)
Everything we in designer, you know that designer on us (Designer)
Call up my hitters for missions, light this b*tch up like it's Christmas (Brrt)
I'm ballin', they say that I'm gifted, tell the b*tch "No," I just get it (I get it)
[Chorus: FBG Duck]
b*tch, I'm a pro in the game and most of these n*ggas is rookies (b*tch)
Most of them try to play hard, but some of 'em should have a pus*y (Ooh)
I don't do this sh*t for me, I do this sh*t for the fam (Let's get it)
I just be keepin' it real 'cause real n*gga just who I am (Ah, damn)
I be tellin' these b*tches that I don't catch feelings, I'm sorry (FBG sh*t)
I ain't signin' no deal if it's not for the millions, I'm sorry (Heh? FBG, b*tch)
Try to play me, the shooter come shoot up the building, I'm sorry (Skrrt)
(Gang-gang)
Bullets start flyin', now you hidin' your children, I'm sorry (Ooh, skrrt)

[Verse 2: FBG Duck]
I was a young n*gga, but ain't no b*tches want me (No, no)
But I rap now, so all these b*tches on me (Ah, damn)
I be thinkin' like, "A lot of n*ggas phony" (True)
My lyrics sick as f*ck, the mic just threw up on 'em (Argh)
Whole lot of money like I hit the lotto (Money, money)
n*gga try to play me, I'm clappin' like bravo (Brrt, bah)
Don't play games 'cause I don't like arcades (At all, no)
They can't see me like four pair of dark shades (Damn)
Yes, I am lookin' for victims, who wanna volunteer? (Goof'-ass)
Most of these n*ggas is rookies, get the f*ck outta here (Goof'-ass)
n*ggas be talkin' all down on the gang, but they know we go hella hard (Goof'-ass)
And if you think that you f*ckin' with us, you should shoot yourself, tell them, "Bah" (Bah, bah)

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
b*tch, I'm a pro in the game and most of these n*ggas is rookies (b*tch)
Most of them try to play hard, but some of 'em should have a pus*y (Ooh)
I don't do this sh*t for me, I do this sh*t for the fam (Let's get it)
I just be keepin' it real 'cause real n*gga just who I am (Ah, damn)
I be tellin' these b*tches that I don't catch feelings, I'm sorry (No, no)
I ain't signin' no deal if it's not for the millions, I'm sorry (Damn)
Try to play me, the shooter come shoot up the building, I'm sorry (Brrt)
Bullets start flyin', now you hidin' your children, I'm sorry (Brrt)