FNDD lyrics

Your b*tch on live give me top
We at the spot we pop a lot
Pull up with Glocks we kill you opps
Pull up with Glocks we kill you opps
n*gga try us we shoot the opp
Bands be stacking
Before we leave we smoking trees
b*tch we finna pull up so get your 3’s
But you a dumb n*gga therefore you will bleed
Your b*tch so easy to please
Make a scene n*gga on TV
You a cop so f*ck your opps
100 shooters looking for you
Pop your ass your on the news
“b*tch n*gga dead”
Smoking this weed Glock on me
n*gga try me he didn’t know the Glock on me to
He robbed my shoes
Found the n*gga killed his boo
Now the n*gga trynna find some food
Hoes on me like i’m their school
n*gga no more talk how about we shoot
[gun fire & siren sound effects]
“pus*y boy dead”
We love to take perks
Found where that n*gga staying
Caught him lacking ran
Swear to god i have ten bands
Have more drip then your man
Shoot up a n*ggas place
He at his moms that’s where he stay
He had a race pull up with 6 we had the gang
Clique outside where you stay
Had the choppas ready to spray
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