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fbg murda & vonoff1700 - relapse lyrics

[verse 1: fbg murda]
no trollin’, i don’t wanna tease, boy, i’m tryna make the n_gga use his feet (make the n_gga use his feet)
not replyin’ to sh_t n_ggas say on the ‘net, just pop out and tell me when you tryna meet (tell me when you wanna meet)
heard that sh_t on his head, my shooter get close with that heat, we don’t shoot from the end of the street
they left him for dead, that n_gga got left in the e broad day, n_gga put him to sleep (shooter put him to sleep)
i’m gettin’ tired of these n_ggas, keep rappin’, but ain’t tryna bump, tell them b_tches come hoop (come hoop)
lil’ bro pledgin’ switch
it’ll turn a bully to a b_tch, n_ggas hoes and they ain’t in a group (n_gga, bd)
don’t care if i blow, but i’ll still’ll jump out that b_tch or throw lil’ bro the alley_oop (throw lil’ bro the alley_oop)
this n_gga a goal, i throw, but just hand me a bl!ck, give it here, n_gga know what i do (slime)

[chorus: fbg murda]
‘za got me higher than a b_tch, but i’m tryna f_ck somethin’, i done relapsed off the perc’
n_gga ain’t takin’ sh_t, don’t come around here tryna buck nothin’, that’s gon’ get his ass a he_rs_
just ’cause i rap, don’t think i won’t get down and creep, you can give me a stripe for a verse (stripe for a verse)
we get n_ggas tapped, they left brother in with that glee, tryna fight, you gon’ leave on a shirt (leave on a shirt)

[verse 2: fbg murda]
n_gga won’t come out the house, then just bang that sh_t out, you gon’ make me come shoot through the blind (make me come shoot through the blind)
sh_t been dry, these n_ggas ain’t been on they block, came through like three, four times (boom, boom, boom, boom)
initial right here on top of my grave, off the love, i’ll get that sh_t done for a dime (get that sh_t done for a dime)
bet n_ggas gon’ die chasin’ fame, rap sh_t don’t work, then you know that it’s back to the slime (back to the slime)
don’t put it on john, ain’t put in no work or merch it on—, mm, dead ass, i’m lyin’ (merch it)
all that tough talk gon’ get a n_gga murked
dead on arrival, bro ass ain’t replyin’ (your ass not replyin’)
watch me work the back seat, a_plus shooter, a hooper n_gga, i don’t know sh_t ’bout drivin’
tryna get two for one, we want the mama and her son, boy, i ain’t tryna hear that ho cryin’
[chorus: fbg murda & vonoff1700]
‘za got me higher than a b_tch, but i’m tryna f_ck somethin’, i done relapsed off the perc’ (free my hood, n_gga)
n_gga ain’t takin’ sh_t, don’t come around here tryna buck nothin’, that’s gon’ get his ass a he_rs_ (that’s gon’ get his ass a he_rs_)
just ’cause i rap, don’t think i won’t get down and creep, you can give me a stripe for a verse (alright, free my hood, n_gga, give me a stripe for a verse)
we get n_ggas tapped, they left brother in with that glee, tryna fight, you gon’ leave on a shirt (f_ck your hood, n_gga, we’ll come extort your hood)

[verse 3: vonoff1700]
alright, i just came through shootin’ and missed, but that ain’t sh_t, so i’m finna relapse the block (alright)
i don’t really talk ’bout the opps, all i can say is them n_ggas be dyin’ a lot (they dead ass)
i’m not a regular rapper, i’m the type to pull up and drop me a whole hundred shots (come here, come here)
just checked your name, and all of that sh_t you said, they said your lil’ ass not (your b_tch ass)
i’m young and dumb, i got way too many guns, i’ll go to war with the swat (you know that)
just got a lo’ on an opp ot, me and murda on i_35 in the hot
we pull up, start shootin’ they heads and never at legs, you f_ck n_ggas know how we rock (the f_ck?)
bounced out on him, his b_tch ass ain’t get to run, this ten m knocked off his socks (dumbass)
he ain’t know sh_t ’bout the beef, his dumb ass jumped off the porch right into a box (his dead ass)
murda say, “jigga smoke like og,” so i told him to mix that sh_t up with some top
one of the opps so dirty, can’t wait ’til i catch him, i’ma hit his dumb ass with a mop
caught his dumb ass at the traffic, he tried to pull off, i was shootin’ ’til that b_tch stopped (for real)
i ain’t nothin’ like craig, let ’em try to take my gun, i’m slappin’ the sh_t out my pops (his dumb ass)
i don’t wanna go like—, that n_gga a goofy, his dumb ass died with a chop (his b_tch ass)
tell ’em free three, soon as he walk out them doors, we goin’ to hit us a lot
just got a drac’ with a drum, so don’t even run ’cause the side of this b_tch got a dot (come here)
don’t be in the car with that n_gga, we k!llin’ whoever he with, even his thots (for real)
i just f_cked up, spended my last on amiris, now all of my sh_t got a knot
dropped at diss song at 10 and at 10:45, that’s when his dumb ass clocked (dumbass)
keep textin’ my phone like, “is you finna eat my p_ssy?” and that got her dumb ass blocked (f_ck)
walk up on the v, i ain’t have to bust through the windows, the door was already unlocked (come on)
one of the opps so old, we can’t even smoke him, his dumb ass ran out of stock (his dead ass)
before i was rappin’, i was posted on north ave sellin’ your auntie rocks (how much many you want?)
put all them shots in his head, i knew he was dead, i ain’t have to check on spot (b_tch, come here)
[chorus: fbg murda]
‘za got me higher than a b_tch, but i’m tryna f_ck somethin’, i done relapsed off the perc’
n_gga ain’t takin’ sh_t, don’t come around here tryna buck nothin’, that’s gon’ get his ass a he_rs_ (that’s gon’ get his ass a he_rs_)
just ’cause i rap, don’t think i won’t get down and creep, you can give me a stripe for a verse (give me a stripe for a verse)
we get n_ggas tapped, they left brother in with that glee, tryna fight, you gon’ leave on a shirt (boom, boom, boom, boom)

- fbg murda vonoff1700 lyrics

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