Nothing Strange lyrics

[Chorus: FBLMANNY]
Huh, n*gga ain't goin' for nothin' strange (Exo)
Brr, have a n*gga bust your brain
Drip like Froot Loops, same chain, man
Them young n*ggas trippin', they goin' insane
Gotta stack you a bankroll, f*ck this fame
I remember them days back in windowpanes
I remember when everybody's feelings changed
Put an AP on my watch, it's froze
And I'm packin', I can't go
I went Louis for the shoes and coat
I used to want Trueys, Chief Keef had "Citgo"
Now these b*tches act like groupies, I pick 'em out, they go
I shouldn't have to waste my f*ckin' voice to talk about it, they know (Deuxe made this one)

[Verse 1: FBLMANNY]
Madе it out the streets, you need to go pick that ball up
Hrrt, I'ma up my switch on camera, I don't call up
sh*t, n*gga, I'm already rich, I'm tryna gеt us all up
Huh, paintin' this lil' b*tch face, she go in the bathroom, doll up
Yeah, Louis 1s, these not the skates, they cost 6K
I'm tryna stack this sh*t in layers, I'm tryna get this cake
I'm takin' trips up to the island, I'm tryna get away
They say I'm tryna drop at perfect timing, 'cause, sh*t, I feel the same
I can't simp about no b*tch, I'ma stack my profits, b*tch
pus*y n*gga make me mad enough, I'ma come through droppin' sh*t
Percocet boost my stamina and it damn sure make my body itch
I wouldn't bother them baby FBLs 'cause the young n*ggas come through, body sh*t
f*ck that, go and buy six more lines, young n*gga better not leave no crease
Your b*tch fine but she can't be mine, I can't put sh*t on no leash
Every three months, we gon' switch the spot, I don't give a damn if we break the lease
I'm the type really passin' out to the pie, n*gga, you can come grab a piece
Tre shoot different, I done dropped the piece
n*gga want that bag, we ain't droppin' a feature
I'm the type really go rock out the party, I was so geeked, I was late to the meeting
Young n*gga feelin' like Floyd, undefeated
AMG, too geeked, breakin' the meter
She used to talk down, now she turned to an eater
She swallowin' the D and you know I'ma feed her
[Chorus: FBLMANNY]
Huh, n*gga ain't goin' for nothin' strange (Exo)
Brr, have a n*gga bust your brain
Drip like Froot Loops, same chain, man
Them young n*ggas trippin', they goin' insane
Gotta stack you a bankroll, f*ck this fame
I remember them days back in windowpanes
I remember when everybody's feelings changed
Put an AP on my watch, it's froze
And I'm packin', I can't go
I went Louis for the shoes and coat
I used to want Trueys, Chief Keef had "Citgo"
Now these b*tches act like groupies, I pick 'em out, they go
I shouldn't have to waste my f*ckin' voice to talk about it, they know (Deuxe made this one)

[Verse 2: FBL RIO]
Hmm, hmm, n*gga, we ain't goin' for nothin' (Ain't goin' for nothin')
I just make one call and my shooter come through, tap that button (He tap that)
n*ggas be doin' that tweetin', but when they see me, don't do nothin', hmm (They don't do nothin')
I was down bad, f*cked around, turned nothin' into somethin' (Into somethin')
I don't know why they try the gang, that come with repercussions (Repercussions)
He tried to turn up for the fame, that got him hit with button (Hit with button)
n*gga, I been in that mode, I came too far, so why would I quit now? (Why would I quit now?)
n*ggas be goin' on 'fore it's time to rap, they need to sit down (Need to sit down)
n*ggas be in the way, huh, n*ggas ain't havin' no pape' (Yeah)
n*ggas be broke as hell, that's really what I should say
Have hibachi, I hit up Hot Space, sh*t, I'm feelin' good today (Feelin' good)
Spent a slight twelve hundred on my 'fit but it's more in the safe
I deserve this sh*t, when n*ggas sleep, I'm workin', b*tch (Huh, I'm workin')
Speakin' on Big Chedda, speak on Sosa, get your brother hit (Get you hit)
I been on my rap sh*t, but I still keep my fire (I keep my fire)
You must ain't heard 'bout the last one, he up in the sky (Yeah)
[Chorus: FBLMANNY]
Huh, n*gga ain't goin' for nothin' strange (Exo)
Brr, have a n*gga bust your brain
Drip like Froot Loops, same chain, man
Them young n*ggas trippin', they goin' insane
Gotta stack you a bankroll, f*ck this fame
I remember them days back in windowpanes
I remember when everybody's feelings changed
Put an AP on my watch, it's froze
And I'm packin', I can't go
I went Louis for the shoes and coat
I used to want Trueys, Chief Keef had "Citgo"
Now these b*tches act like groupies, I pick 'em out, they go
I shouldn't have to waste my f*ckin' voice to talk about it, they know (Deuxe made this one)