f*ck FBG Cash lyrics

🔥 [Intro]
(Ayy, 63 sh*t, 67th)
(Don’t speak on the dead, b*tch)
Y’all keep dissin' Von like he won’t get you hit
(pus*y!)
Keep that same energy, lil' Rackski
Grrah! Boom! Baow!

💣 [Chorus]
I ain't stressin', b*tch, I stay with that strap (b*tch!)
Catch a opp lackin', I'm blowin' his cap
Talkin' on Von, now you done for that rap (Grrah!)
You gon' die in the whip or get hit in a trap
I was posted with killers, I’m really outside
You was beggin’ for likes while yo’ homie just died
You dissin' the name, now your face on a slide
I don’t do threats, I just shoot when I ride (Boom! Boom!)
You was never no demon, just fakin' the image
Now I’m comin' for blood, and I handle my business
Tryna click with FBG for some fame
We gon' slide to the 3rd and leave sh*t in flames
(Grrah! Grrah! b*tch you dead!)

🔫 [Verse 1]
How the f*ck you from Memphis and dissin' the block?
I was there when yo’ cousin got hit with the mop
You switched for a verse and a FBG chain
Now I’m itchin’ to pop out and snatch off his brain
Lil bro tried to duck, but that switch too quick
He tripped on the curb, now he twitchin' and sh*t (Boom!)
I don’t care what you claim, if you mention my kin
I’ma leave you and all of your homies in pits
Rackski a hoe, that’s word to the gang
You made a diss now we lurkin’ with flames
You want smoke? Then f*ck it, I’m bringin’ the pain
Told Durk I got it, I’m cleanin’ the stain
King Von was a stepper, you playin’ with death
I’ll turn 63rd to a scene outta Left 4 Dead
Keep postin’ them songs, keep playin’ them games
Your face gon' get tatted in blood on the chain (On gang!)
🔁 [Chorus]
I ain't stressin', b*tch, I stay with that strap
Catch a opp lackin', I'm blowin' his cap
Talkin' on Von, now you done for that rap
You gon' die in the whip or get hit in a trap
I was posted with killers, I’m really outside
You was beggin’ for likes while yo’ homie just died
You dissin' the name, now your face on a slide
I don’t do threats, I just shoot when I ride
(Yeah, don’t run now!)

🔥 [Verse 2]
You was rappin’ with rage, I was loadin’ the mag
We slide in them trucks, ain't no poppin' no tags
He said Von name? Now he zipped in a bag
Left his face in the dirt, now his mama all sad
You talk on the net, but not in the streets
I caught him in traffic, his ass couldn’t speak
Dropped 5 on his head, now he out for the week
You scream "Free who?" Now you restin’ in peace
Say my name in a song, that’s a contract
One call, you erased — no comeback
FBG gassed you up? Now they all flat
Put them boys on a shirt where the O at
I don’t speak on the dead, I just double the rounds
Told lil’ bro “slide,” now we huntin’ like hounds
If it’s up, then it’s stuck, we ain’t squashin' no sounds
I just lit up his block, now it’s vacant as hell
(Yeah, f*ck Rackski!)
💣 [Chorus - Final]
I ain't stressin', b*tch, I stay with that strap
Catch a opp lackin', I'm blowin' his cap
Talkin' on Von, now you done for that rap
You gon' die in the whip or get hit in a trap
I was posted with killers, I’m really outside
You was beggin’ for likes while yo’ homie just died
You dissin' the name, now your face on a slide
I don’t do threats, I just shoot when I ride
(Baow! 63MuneySavage, hoe—I'm standin' on it!)