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fmb dz, sada baby & rio da yung og - the whoop way كلمات الأغنية

[intro: fmb dz & sada baby]
yeah
(my n_gga lee, i think we got another one)
huh, ayy, ayy, ayy (here we go, hmm)

[verse 1: fmb dz & sada baby]
four thousand dollar ‘fit and i ain’t doin’ nothin’ (what else?)
boy, i ain’t worried ’bout sh_t, my whole team crunchin’ (what else?)
hit him in his sh_t with that stick for all that mean muggin’
i only trust my brother with my life ’cause we been thuggin’
(talk)
spin a n_gga’s block two times like i left somethin’
we gon’ spin the b_tch a third time if we don’t whack nothin’ (okay)
i told the plug to bring me ten, he brung me ten more (ten more)
any n_gga disrespect me, we lettin’ the fin blow, baow

[verse 2: rio da yung og & sada baby]
should’ve been with nick, ’cause i can sell a key (hmm)
plus i keep the glock and i walk around with brick fare, that don’t include my watch (naw)
oh, your daddy got bricks? introduce me to your pops so i can rob his ass
doggy tried to run from the k, got shot in the ass (bang)
and i ain’t tryna say i broke nothin’, but we just dropped glass
hi_tech, you drinkin’ cut lean, why you ain’t high yet? (hmm, lame)
he pulled up with his whole kit on and got it hijacked (redneck, ayy)
dub on me, all twenties, thigh pads, each pocket five racks

[verse 3: sada baby]
forty thousand on me while i’m in my fear of gods (no cap)
bet that drac’ make an athiest believe in god (no kizzy)
p_ssy n_gga keep on lookin’ at us, we gon’ rob him blind (no cap)
my favorite fiend favorite jeans is calvin klein
extra twenty thousand on the top of the racks that i made while i was sleep, i forgot why you made
shoot him in his smile, make him frown, make his mama mad
pull up to the viewing, etch the wall, grab his mama ass, duh (i will)

[verse 4: fmb dz & sada baby]
boy, i got your life in my pocket, i can buy your ass (i can)
have my young dawg outside your house ready to fry your ass (he is)
my n_ggas winnin’, y’all n_ggas lied (all cap)
my n_ggas livin’, y’all n_ggas died (all dead)
skub said f_ck him, so it’s f_ck slime (on god)
n_ggas knowin’ i ain’t goin’, i’ll die for mines (okay)
i’ll never sell my soul, f_ck them dotted lines (mhm)
caught him at the light late night, hit him thirty times, whoop

[verse 5: rio da yung og]
we just drunk a whole pint, me, d, and skuba (all night)
nine hit him in his head two times, give him the mark of buddha (let’s get it)
just ’cause you got a gun don’t mean sh_t, i done shot shooters (i swear)
m5 with thirty hangin’ off it, bro, this not a ruger (it’s not)
man, y’all n_ggas not no k!llers (b_tch_ass n_ggas)
with a chocolate b_tch gettin’ topped, but my pop vanilla
in that drophead, me and moe, baby chopper with us
we’ll pop some big sh_t on a n_gga and have him cartwheeling (ayy)

[verse 6: sada baby]
me and stewie throwin’ gang signs, deezy uppin’ fives
my daddy ‘nem be ridin’ with a chopper, d_lo down to slide
you gon’ really make him have to shoot you, he get out the ride (okay)
your baby mama kinda cute, i f_ck her from the side
i had s_x with his wife, august alsina (entanglement)
hit her with the money shot, skuba val venis
get back gang bust a brain, we get over_even (ah)
overk!ll, sada baby, i owe ’em big

[verse 7: fmb dz & sada baby]
all my n_ggas demons, all my n_ggas on go for real
put the press on you, boy, i know you a ho for real (yeah)
you ain’t even knowin’ that your b_tch, she a thot for real (yeah)
f_ck sendin’ shots on a song, get you shot for real (okay)

[verse 8: rio da yung og & sada baby]
man, y’all n_ggas don’t want smoke for real (naw)
i know some ooh_heads that don’t even take an ounce of blow to k!ll (what else?)
i’m on percocets tryna f_ck all night, i don’t wanna chill (what else?)
bustdown watch, chain, and bracelet, i don’t want a grill (nah)

[verse 9: sada baby]
but i got a grill, use ’em to squeeze your b_tch breastmilk (ah)
approach a n_gga the wrong way and get your chest filled
pyrex just disintegrate sh_t, watch his chest melt (melt)
eastside heavyweight champ, that’s my best belt (mmm, duh)

- fmb dz sada baby rio da yung og

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