Fwm Lyrics

Double M shit

Miss you made this

Bz You Crazy

If I ain't getting money, what's the point of being outside

Can't hang with us, then hang with them niggas, better pick a side

Cut some niggas off, cause they weren't tryna slide when it was time

He told all these niggas cause he was tryna cut down his time

Only piece for sale, I don't sell nicks or dimes

I'ma hit the field, can't work a nine to five

This bitch is lurking through my phone, I'm like, damn bitch, what you a spy

I can never trust a bitch, these bitches stare at you and lie

Brody popped out and he caught him by surprise

We just stripped a nigga for, all his gold it's a beehive

I just scored a good, they might throw some chip in V line

Told the bitch that he was having, why the fuck would he lie

You see a opp and went to Instagram live

I'm chasing two, bitch, I'ma steady get the prize

I don't fuck with these nicks, can't get a dapper high five

Bro said he a score gang, fuck a slide for a slide

Day's been dark, but I'm still chasing after chip

I ain't send her black checks, she gon' slide in the lift

She told the gang we having money, nigga spreading myths

Lots of money that I gotta get, bitch, I got a list

These bitches rolling, I just gotta pick

I can get them gone, take one click

This deep an SRT, bitch, watch it lift

This pop 800, you don't sip how I sip

Your bag rain low cause you don't blitz how I blitz

Ran off on a plug, but I ain't cooling out the Ritz

Be careful, I'll pop a nigga like a zit

That's a fourth grade, niggas got bad sips

Thought I'd pop away, please

Heard about you and your hood and they told me niggas yeez

Need some paper in your pocket, you ain't even got a jean

Keep it up, man, with the bitch, that's why she always fuck with me

Bitch