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[intro: fbg duck]
turn up
let’s get it, heh (woo, woo, woo, woo)
heh, turn up, turn up
turn up, turn up, woo, woo

[verse 1: fbg duck & king lil jay]
look, this rapping sh_t ain’t for you boys, who the f_ck let y’all in?
you know i’m a paper chaser, so i stack that tall then
they say they be balling, i’m gon’ show these n_ggas how to ball then
your girlfriend keep on calling ’cause she know i’m balling like [?] and spaulding
why they tryna play with me?
say what you got to say to me
this is the zoo, them apes with me
my fingers itch, ben frank disease
don’t got time for lames, leave
you doing the same thing
i just c_ck and aim things
that trigger is my main squeeze
f_ck around and get shot, n_gga
pull up on your block, n_gga
a hundred shots, n_gga
find out that window and watch you drop, n_gga
you can catch me on st. lawrence or in minnesota with some real n_ggas
you f_ck around with them real n_ggas, you gon’ get barbecue grilled, n_gga
we ain’t playing no games, we not no lames, shout out to the gang
that’s my bro ’nem and i’ll blow for them ’cause they tote for me and i tote for them (double_0, lil’ ho, let’s get it)
f_cking around with us, n_gga, yes, my name is duck, n_gga (double_0)
you f_ck around with my broski ‘nem and you gon’ get shot up, n_gga, turn up
[verse 2: king lil jay & lil foolie]
all i know is check a b_a_g, i’m tryna reach the t_o_p
’til i reach the e_n_d, i guess that’s when i d_i_e
yeah, my clique is fbg, attracted to t_h_o_ts
we don’t f_ck with o_p_ps, we shoot until our gun on e
stl and ebt, screamin’ out g_a_n_g
shout out broski number 3, shout out dutchie
team no lackin’, b_tch, i got h_e_a_t, and you know it’s on m_e
and you never on safety for goofies that h_a_t_e
you n_ggas ain’t real, you n_ggas f_a_k_e
you n_ggas is sweet, i eat you like c_a_k_e
got my gun on me, we going on a d_a_t_e
make your b_tch b_u_s_t (lil foolie), let the opposition d_e_a_d, let’s get it

[verse 3: lil foolie]
got two [?] in the four seater
when i pull up, it’s no speaking
my mac c_cked, so the pole squeezing
all headshots, leave folks leaking
my money long like four bleachers
times four more, yours ain’t reaching
with lil jay and duck, creeping
we shoot you for no reason
off a couple bars, so you know i’m leaning
[?], i’m a walking demon
free all the guys, it is no squeaking
don’t do rats, we straight cheesing
i’m a hitman, get your clique hit
aim real high, so i won’t miss
he a sweet stain, then we poke sh_t
bands on bands, i blow sh_t
off keshia cole, we smoke p_ss
cross my team at your risk
one wrong move, then my gun spit
my body count like one_six

- lil foolie

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